When I meet the end of times

I will keep the beauty of nature in my mind,

I will focus on the plants and trees

feel the sensations of a breeze,

upon my skin as I slip away to the other side

and when I meet the end of times,

I will imagine the deep blue sea

and focus on the sky above me,

I will remember the texture of snow

and the rain upon my face,

I shall remember this when my life fades away

And when I meet the end of times,

I will allow my conscious mind

to flow like a river, and savour the air I breathe

and will picture the verdant green rolling meadows,

scattered around wild flowers, where I will settle

and dream a dream of these amazing golden days,

I fill my heart with my love for nature,

as I finally slip and fade into the realms

of going back to energy and of light waves,

as I take flight and fade in to my end days.