If I died tomorrow I'd not only leave behind notebooks and pens, Pastels and chalky handprints on walls, But entire worlds and emotions stronger Than the winds that make skyscrapers dance. I'd leave behind scribbled screams and Sacred secrets blurred together with Reds and pinks that passionately slur into Truths that have never been told. I'd leave behind dragons that exhale purrs of wisdom that can be harmlessly crafted Into beautiful cat eye shaped diamonds, Which would decorate the neck of Each breathing creature. And children born with a thousand unshrivable Hearts that beat for every being, And hold nothing but compassion That burns smile shaped scars into every mind. If I died tomorrow, I wouldn't leave behind anything special, Just the worlds I'd hope to greet with Arms held high and a happiness that will Prance across fields of sunflowers.