When I was born,
It is said the flowers bloomed and the rains washed away the past
And the days grew bright with joy.
When I was young,
It is said the rivers and oceans sprang to life
And endless days were celebrated in my honor.
When I grew old,
It was said the leaves fell from the trees like the tears of a broken heart
And the colors of the earth faded in to stories of my youth.
When I died,
It was said the land and seas froze with my last breath
And the sun grew darker in the days of my faded memory.
When they write of me it is the sum of me that tells the story true,
It is said my life brings hope when they speak of me and dream
And death nie eternal for I will be born anew.