Just a whistle in the wind As I walk along these paths The sun gleams, ever slowly Toward the trees, And through life's end While I live among the clouds, My vision is restored Here shines a hue of diamonds And a color, newly born I subsist, alone at mid-day Breathing easy mouths of air The reviving of the leaves Stirs up meanings, in my ear And whilst the darkness falls There is no feeling or unease, Only thoughts of rising light And the face of a new day