Do not mourn me in the morning light,
As rain drizzles through hanging trees,
as fog crushes rays that take flight.
Do not mourn me for I am free,
I am now the wind that caresses’ the leaf,
The howl, which whispers in your ear,
I am the cloud that circles the earth,
The drizzle that feeds the land.
Do not mourn me, when you look upon dark and stormy seas
I’m not within it,
Instead I am beyond.
I’m the island man seeks while alive,
the sun you strive for after thundering storms.
Do not mourn me,
I am at peace,
I rest at the feet of the ones I’ve missed,
I am home.