"Ala seiso haudallani itkien; en ole siella, nuku en.
Jatkan elamaani tuhannessa tuulessa,
olen timantinhohde lumessa.
Olen aurinko, joka kultaa viljaa,
syyssade, joka puhaltaa hiljaa.
Kun heraat aamun hiljaisuuteen,
olen ylitsesi maahan uuteen
matkaavien muuttolintujen lento.
Olen oisten tahtien loiste hento.
Ala seiso haudallani itkien;
en ole siella - kuollut en."
I remember that tree. I wrote your name on it: LAKU. Two summers ago, I visited there. Your tree was cutted down. I cried.
You loved that place,you loved those mornings. It was your last morning. I was crying so hard. We took a walk. We were on that wood. I wrote your name on that tree.
Everything is still here. Your own hill. Your own family. Your spirit is here. I can feel it. You are still sitting on the top of the hill. Watching me.
And I'm still crying.
Beloved.
