The soft trees

The light breeze

The angles calling from above

Their golden harps playing

Singing a sound only one can hear

Their soft voices taking me away

From the earth where I lay

The nature sings a song of glory

While the white clouds part

For my departure

Letting me be in peace

In the nature forest

While everything is more beautiful than before

As I flu with the angels song

I leave the place i lay

And go and rest for eternity

As I hear the angles sing

Their song of glory