Everlasting Starlight

Don't cry at my tombstone, I'm not there, I'm not sleeping. I am the biting cold wind, Skimming the snowfields of Northrend. I am the gentle spring rain, Nourishing the wheat fields of the western wilderness. I am the quiet dawn, Permeating the forests of Stranglethorn Valley. I am the sound of a mighty drum, Flying over the clouds of Nagrand. I am the warm stars, Brighten up the night in Darnassus. I am a singing bird, Stay in the beautiful world. Don't cry at my tombstone, I was not there, I never slept. ––––––"Olika's Poems"