When someone passes on their soul whispers,
Ever so gently on a silent breeze,
Softly on the wind through the trees,
Moving o'er land & sea, while it sings,
Still breathing life on butterflies' wings,
Soaring high with birds' flight,
Ever shining in a starry night,
Never resting always shifting,
Glowing within sunrises & sunsets ever lifting,
Where there's no more sleeping;
And no more weeping,
With no sadness found,
Only joy abounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.