While I live
Let the earth come
To know me as her own.
Let the sun bestow
His warm embrace,
The wind gently caress
My world-weary face,
And let the rain fall down
To bless me.
But when I die
Let the earth receive
Me as her own.
Let the sun avert
His radiant face,
The wind guide my soul
To a higher place
And let the rain fall down
To bless me.
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Let the sun bestow His warm embrace, The wind gently caress My world-weary face, ... oh what wonderful wishes by heart, earthy voice when croons of love, spuerbly passionate as eloquence flows from true heart, yet soulful to the brim, ingeniously soothing by imagery, well pennwed,10+++, great write