KNOW

When I breathe my last breath,
Know that although this is my death,
I shall not be gone,
I shall live on
In the delicate songs that a tiny bird sings,
The gentle flutter of a butterfly's wings,
In the trees, the wind whispering its gentle sound,
The mesmerizing silence of snow falling to the ground,
The friendly rain as it patters against your window,
The warmth of the summer sun and its golden glow,
And on the petals of a rose, I shall be the glistening dew,
So my beloved, know that I shall never leave you.