Perhaps I am mistaken
But I will not be missed

The rocky mountains
With their sharp snowy peaks
That pierce the clouds
Will not mourn my loss

The dark green jungles
That see life spring
And sing with all of its’
Strange complexities
Will not be vexed
By the loss of me

The salty blue and green brine
That was the fount of life
Will not take the time
To find I have departed

The clear blue hued
Or clouds skewed sky
Will not cry to say goodbye

This big brown mud rock
Will not stop locked up with grief

The sparse space dust swirling in the void
Does not know me well of enough to quit floating
The sparkling expanse will not stop its’ dance
Stars will keep on burning
Planets will keep on turning
Without learning or caring
That I was ever here