Once upon a night,
I dreamt of a hermit
I happened to cross paths
Along the street
He said he went down to the city
To find me and bid his last wish
Before I could even speak,
He said he becomes one with nature as he sleeps
A dew drop on a window pane
A foam among the waves
Sometimes even the wind
Maybe even a bird pushing through the rain
He may even be the branches on my bedroom window
Watching me as I sleep
He told me of the rough life I live
That I most wished I never exist
And as he went through,
He said that when I die,
I will become one with nature too
I will be a new galaxy in the universe
Or maybe a star to shine along with the moon
I won't have to worry about hell
For someday heaven will be a tune a musician plays
He said I won't have to think of my shameful days on Earth,
For soon I will die, and people will stare at me in awe
I may have become the comet in space
He wishes to take me.
Not to die, but to live on.
For even in death, we serve our purpose
We become what the living enjoys
A tree, a plankton in the sea, a flower among the fields.