When I Am Gone Poem by Malik-seven Navarre

I've kicked the bucket, haven't I?
I've thrown my life away.
Why some might say that I have died,
But died is not the case.

Though I no longer have a heart,
I may still have a purpose.
I've learned to live and play a part,
No longer person.

I'm now the breeze, the winds that run.
The moon in every hue.
I'm now the thousand burning suns,
That shine eternal love for you.

I'm now the birds that fill the sky,
I am the growing grass.
When I am gone, I have not died,
But simply passed.