Here in this field I lay to rest
Among the grass, I'm but a guest
The moon is rising palest white
My pallid mistress of the night
 
I wonder softly, "Do, pray tell,
Why do you rise and slowly swell
Just to grow weak and fall again?"
For in her fullness, she did wane
 
Then softly through the emerald field
She whispered to me, and revealed
"We have our time, and all must end,
But with our death, life starts again."
 
I closed my eyes and woke anew
The sky above a golden hue
It spread lightly across the trees
And wrapped around me in the breeze
 
This warmth, I knew was old as time
I couldn't help but call it mine
And as I let go of my life
My weary bones lay down their strife
 
I found within me peace of mind
For thoughts these clear were hard to find
With all these things that I have left
I would not fein leave you bereft
 
Though I grew old and went away,
Please know that nothing 's here to stay.
"We have our time, and all must end,
But with our death, life starts again."