As smoke, let me raise to the skies, from this life where I grew free
From a seed, amongst weed, a small sprout fighting adversity
Growing strong, under feathered song, now roost, a mighty tree
Leafy roof as shade, a blanket laid, over nature\'s diversity
Taken from the land, by man\'s hand, a hewn shelter from the storm
dancing Finger flames of light through dark of night, other\'s limbs to warm
Fire that burns bright, in ephemeral flight into ash transform
with death\'s last whispered kiss, wisp of smoke dismiss, ashes to new life form