...i shall ...

who is afraid of death

it shall come

so be it

but i shall not bear the burden of the inevitable

i shall live

and make spit bubbles of life

and see sorrows rainbow into spring

each new day

i shall smile even when it seems impossible

and dance in the invisible moonlight of the new moon

with élan of the white swan

i shall walk in the rain

and let it seep into my soul

i shall climb the mountains with ease of imagination

and chase butterflies with fortitude

i shall kiss the snowflakes with my lips

and carve snow castles out of thin air

i will eat drink belief

in my self

and the god within

i shall

live

even after i breath last

as the fresh breeze

that just touched your face