I was buried by the shine
of the waters shouting out
I was drowned by the jewels of nine
in the foam of the ocean's shout

I painted the ocean where birds fly
with colours of acrylic feelings
I remember it's smile before I'd die
from the life of useful dealings

I know I breathed in the wild air
that touched the craters of the moon
and blew down the clouds, much fair
and I knew it would change me soon

I died sitting by the window
gazing at nature's feet
My music in it's attic- all in a row
I was born before I died in it
© Sabita