Leaves look up to the rising sun
A bird sings its song, letting anyone hear
Dewy grass drips with sweet sugar water

My eyes gift me this
The clouds know I don’t deserve it
My body was put here and for what?

All for me to slowly deteriorate and return to the soil
My destination, to rest till I rise again
I will sink below the surface, the ground will flourish
Maybe a plant will arise

In moonlight, red with white glistening spots
A mushroom reaches for the stars
It takes my soul to the sky, to float there
I will float to the moon, then all the other planets

There in the open I can rest, I will be content
No longer under the atmospheric pressure
The ice and dust will greet me as I say my farewells to the ground