When a loved one leaves this habitat, It is the time to really be sad Because it is the truth, That he left his corpse, that he left this world So, he left all of us alone, in this ill ground.
He was the one most closest to me, One to be called as a perfect flower He was a fragile flower opening to the warmth of spring But now born asleep.
No, he has not left us till now He is still beneath me, still with eyes set on me, He is still running with the breeze with bloom Still chattering with birds, still roaring with clouds, Still playing with cubs and calfs, He is still present everywhere around me, From rivers to mountains.
He will always with me as a part of this nature, As a part of my life.