a flowery path
had shown me to the well,
where one's own life
made a very pleasant swell

a whirl of auburn wind,
dances in the spring
a season of hope
that will forever ring

a voice of the heart
vibrates through the gentle
and in its midst
people,so kind and very subtle

and may the flame of life
overwhelm the cold of the dead
and bring back the aura,
which is forever at its head