I Lay On Soft Grass

In the spring

And bugs crawl over me

Reminding me

One day I will be a corpse.

It's not sad.

It's beautiful,

I think if anything, everything,

Was forever

We would forget to be grateful,

Of course I am afraid

The end comes too soon

But I learn to face the sunny days

And thank the bugs

Only when the bugs eat my bones

Will I rest,

Until then I endeavor

To love someone

Every day

Worship the sun

Worship the moon

Climb the ocean

Swim every mountain range

And kiss their perfect face.