At the end of time,
I will rest.
Mother Nature will swallow me,
And lay my body down.

My mind frolicks through an empty field,
One filled with tall blades of grass and abundant soil,
Wondering if now is the time.

Should I rest early?

I glance down at my toes,
The same ones that ground me to the Earth.
The soil feels too cool against my sun-pressed skin.

Not now, not now.

One day I will have my time.
But for now, I stay afloat.