I often wonder,
if dying feels like,
falling asleep
in a field of daisies.
It must be similar,
with the soothing scent
of rain in summer,
with the way your head,
drifts away,
watching clouds
with all their wonder.
I imagine,
dying is peaceful,
effortless even,
as you take your last breath,
and fade into
the daisies forever.