The world
is a beautiful place
and I am not afraid
to die
leaving this body
In the fields of green
where blood will form one
with the rushing rivers
and steady ponds
bones will grow trees
in the ever fertile soil
and my eyes will see the world
as she ages so delicately
as I become one
with the earth
I am not afraid
of the cold hand of death
whilst the beauty that surrounds me
continues to live