When I leave this world, I hope the sun shines.
When my mother died, it rained for three days.
I think the heavens wept for her, but I
do not deserve any adoration.
Life should go on, and my passing should go
unnoticed by the busy world at large
or by any of my acquaintances.
My father knew when his time was at hand,
and I think that I, too, shall be aware.
This will give the time for me to prepare.
I want to be high on a mountaintop
surrounded by trees and fragrant flowers.
There will be a huge meadow with tall grass
and I will unsaddle my horse and take
off his bridle and say, 'Partner, you're free! '
I already know this place, as I have
been there many times before, but this time
my horse and I will not be coming back.
There are almost always deer to watch there,
or snowshoe hares, or even porcupines.
Steller's jays, mountain chickadees, goldfinch,
blue grouse and other birds are fun to watch.
I'm sure to be thoroughly entertained
by nature as I relax quietly,
waiting, hoping for my last breath to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem