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.
Beautiful.
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