I feel death
Even as the sun shines
through the flowering trees
I feel death
Even as the red moon rises
Over the cooling playa
I feel death
Even as my own life
rises before me
And my children grow strong
And love sits
deeply in my heart
I feel death
As my book is published
As new people
listen to my voice daily
Because each new birth
Is a death
The old must die
For the new to come
As the caterpillar must
sacrifice itself
To become a moth
And fly