THAT´S WHERE I SHALL BE:

It´s where the shadows dance with the lea of the land,

Confettied blooms in fields, strewn by God´s sweet hand,

It´s wherever you hear the cacophony of small dulcet birds,

And the million scents, of the myriads of sweet & wild herbs,

That´s where I shall be.

Where sun & moon waltz, in pink dusks & soft cyan dawns,

Where spume kisses grey rocks & the old whale hugely yawns,

It´s wherever you hear the howling wolf, calling to his moon,

And whether it be cold December or the soft summer June,

That´s where I shall be.

It´s where the air is thin & beasts can play & safely breathe,

Where ocean, desert, deep green forest, sigh & softly heave,

And all in life is united, in the split second of my dying breath,

Ending in the culmination, of what on this earth, we call death.

That´s where I shall be.