Drifting
Music whispers;
Agile fronds embracing,
Sweet taste of petals on my lips.
Final breath, I rejoice in all that was
A lifetime with Mother nature.
Golden butterflies dance,
As I follow
Drifting.
Drifting
Music whispers;
Agile fronds embracing,
Sweet taste of petals on my lips.
Final breath, I rejoice in all that was
A lifetime with Mother nature.
Golden butterflies dance,
As I follow
Drifting.
Jackal said (10 months ago)