I’ve heard from mother nature,
she says its time for me to go.
My seasons nearly over,
and I know you’ll miss me so.
As they lay me in my grave,
and the earth around me mould,
all your love, all your warmth,
will keep my body from the cold.
Think of me from time to time,
and all the things we shared.
All the times our love seemed lost,
and the times it was repaired.
Please mourn me in my passing,
but let my memory live.
My family, friends and all I loved,
I leave to you my,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem