Ashes on the Wind

As my final breath is taken
and my last day comes to its end,
gather up all of my ashes,
scatter them on the weeping wind.

I don’t want to be buried in a bone yard,
to be marked by a marble stone,
because when the cold north wind howls,
I know I would feel so alone.

I want to be everywhere and nowhere,
a part of the land where I was born.
Please tell our dear children not to weep.
Promise me that you won’t ever mourn.

Just do me one last favour,
when my life winds down to its end.
Gather up all of my ashes,
scatter them on the weeping wind.

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