Soft winds bathed in beauty
Smoke of peace ascends
Magic of this beauty
As darkness soon descends

Puff of clouds that enter
Peaceful quite plain
Words of spoken message
In life that will remain

Prayers of life in air now
Gathered in soft light
Raising to the heavens
Magnificence so bright

Stars are brightly shining
Trail of smoke now looms
Eyes will see the shadows
As sun becomes the moon

Look to see the wonder
Of beauty of the night
The moon will bask in beauty
As shooting stars delight

Gentleness and quiet
Becomes the gift conceived
While silently you gather
The blessings you'll receive.

~ Francine Pucillo~© original 2001