Upon This Grave

Light an oil lamp

Upon this grave.

It may benefit

A few passers-by

Plant a tree

Upon this grave.

In it may sit springtime birds

And share a few seasons.

Write a word

Upon this grave.

A few casting glances

May have their solemn moments

Drop a few tears

Upon this grave.

It may ease a few hearts

It may water a leaf of grass.

Seasons are my best friends

Every spring brings me countless chirps.

Here, I am in communion with Nature,

I am the voice of these passing winds.