My Final Season

When my final summer ends
I will rejoice
Alas, I shall return from whence I came
Hold in your hands this pile of dust
Set it free into the wind
Let it wander the earth, the sea and the sky above
And when it finally stops to rest
Let it be upon some painted meadow
Far upon a hilltop looking out to sea
Let this handful of ashe mingle with the earth
And I shall nourish my own garden
I shall watch the seasons change
As I understand the great circle of my season
In the Spring everything is new again
Wonderful, fresh and alive
In my meadow the bee's will buzz
The birds will nest
All natures creatures will rejoice
For they understand the secret
That so many of us have yet to learn
The Circle of life is never broken
From the death of one springs the birth of another
So I sleep with past and present
For I have seen what the Circle has given
I welcome it with loving arms
I shall have no sorrow to die
For only when we are no longer afraid
Do we really begin to live and understand
To everything there is a season