And The Cicada Sings
E La Cicala Canta
When I am gone, do not come to the stone, do not ask for me, I will not be
there. Far, very far away I will be. I will be high, flying
among the stars, looking, I will for shapes and forms, and free, I will be
away from it all. Don't bring me flowers, don't bring them to me, let
them grow old, let them sow their seed on the wind, and then you may pick
the skeletons when their mission is done. Don't wait too long, don't
just look you must see. Stop along the way. See the flowers of
the field, look and see the wonderous colours of their forms, what an
intellect must have taken, only a God could have it done. Why, why is
the question, why, why such a beauty, why not ugliness in nature?
Please, please, don't pick the flowers of the field, let them smile to the
sun and to God. Come and see me now, if you want, when I am gone it
will be too late, don't come to the stone then I will not be there, thank
God, I will be gone.