I Saw Myself In the Morning Mist

I saw myself in the morning mist

as it hovered o'er the lake.

While I watched the vapor vanish,

I realized my fate.

The mist keeps rising skyward,

till it falls in drops of rain

To complete its vital cycle

and become the lake again.

This body is just vapor,

and the world is but a lake.

I am constantly ascending

with every breath I take.

I will reach my zenith,

as I draw my final breath

And rain upon the landscape

at the moment of death.