Wind~

His ashes scattered in the wind.
The wind, caresses thy skin-
You smell the smell of grandpa dear,
Upon the wind, upon the wind.

Strawberry blossoms, sweet, go ripe
Taste buds tingle, walk along the road side,
Let the aroma fill you up, fill the gaps-
Allow the wind to come within…

Rays of sun upon thy back
Close thy eyes, go on relax-
Taste the wind, the gentle breeze
Let it dry the beads upon thy skin.

In the field, upon the hill,
Hit thy knees, and feel the thrill
As it passes by, that wind you know
Taste its feelings, feel the sweetness.

The wind has more memories,
Then any wave in the sea,
It carries with it, every breath he ever took
When it blows- he comes
Upon the wind, upon the wind.