Although my body is lying here
I ask you now please save that tear.
I am free from my earthly ties
Rejoice with me and dry those eyes.
Towards the sun my face I lift
Thanking God I have spent my gift.
Remember me as a gentle breeze
Caressing the earth and moving leaves.
MB 2/6/2016.
My thanks to you for your great love
No, not down there, I am above.
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