Ways of the Wind

I float upon the breeze,
Like a swirl of falling leaves,
Scattering with abandon,
As I seed the sented seas.

Uplifted by the wind,
I go where nature sends,
Scattering with abandon,
I ease to earthen ends.

Scattering no more,
My swirling body drifts to the floor,
I glide forth to final rest,
And cry with joy at what is now blessed,
Forever more at rest,
Forever more as blessed.







Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 346 AF.