When the life inside of me begins to wither like the leaves on winter trees, And my breath begins to slow, I'll use the very lasts gasps to say how I get high to the smell of rain, And that sunflowers make me smile so naturally. I'll say how I like the time spent alone, And the nights I can't seem to find sleep. I'll talk of the chills that overcome my body whenΒ crashing waves reach my feet, And of the beautiful ryhmes always running through my head. I'll reveal how I'm secretly drawn to the cold, And how summer is my favorite season. I'll tell them how the woods call my name as I walk by, I need their mystery. And with my final bit of life, I'll say how above all, I'm happiest when I'm dancing.
Inspired by a poem with the same title that my best friend wrote. Loved the process and writing this one. Great topic