Gusty winds are roaming in the sky,

If not legit, they can pretend to cry.

Body has left my soul with regrets,

And lost the hope for another sunset.

My tears become silent and upset,

Because the nature couldn't be preset.

Will no more able to brim like sunrise,

But might find another shelter in paradise.

They burried me with all my tears,

My muffled voice didn't reach into their ears.

Leave someone to pull my grave up,

So the cold waves can refresh this death cup.

They would be filling my thirsty grave,

Since the floweret will create new wave.

Night is going to cover me with dark,

And the decease breath will become my easy mark.

Now; the humanity is going to remember me,

Only by inscribing the phrase ‘ Rest in Peace'.