For I have now turned into a poem. A symphony, a rhythm that flows, Into my veins and into the heavens abode. I have turned into the lyrics my heart that holds. For now I am eternal of this mortal world, a sonnet, a haiku in my mind it swirled. I am now the words of the beautiful earth in the caves of the golden lion's birth. I am now the flowers blooming in the wildered bush, in the thorns running along the roses' rush. I am now the rain falling into the ocean's bed, the beautiful rose deeper than my blood's red. For I am now the rhyme flowing into the river of the golden jewels and the shining silver. I am now the heavenly proclamation of the flowers, riding high in clouds by the moon and now the stars. I am now the waterfall of the mountains' meadows, dancing in the open field under the sun's shadow. At last now I am immortal of this mortal realm Buried six feet down I now lay under the woods of elm...