Death is something
Only the living
Have to deal with

Those who've passed
Are busy being reborn

As the morning dew
On fertile flowers

That grace our souls
With the renaissance of smell

Some are just too beautiful
To be confined to a body

They are meant to be shared

They are among the mist
That makes the clouds
For to rain upon us purely peace

They are in the very air
That we breathe

And each breath

Each and every breath

Divine

They moved us through their existence
Now their existence moves through us
Because they shared with us
A life of love

We now live our lives
With love to share.