Sometimes, I think about dying…
And I think about a big open field
Although death may be sad,
My thoughts do not yield.
Above me, a blue sky
With altostratus clouds
Surrounding a blazing sun
As if summer is always now.
And I lie in a garden,
I am surrounded in flowers
Nothing man-made in sight,
Not even electrical towers.
There is no shade,
But I can see trees
Hiding a creek and
This scene sounds comfortable to me
To see such pretty pictures
Like violets, hydrangeas, and marigolds
Pussy willows, and calla lillies
Such a sight to behold:
The most beautiful things
Breathing all around me
Taking me in as their own,
And my life coming out of hiding
As I begin to decompose
I hear them whisper
About the rose…
And I think that maybe
I’ll come back
As the rose
The garden lacks
