I hope that when I leave,
The sweetest sound flies through the air.
Silhouettes of nature will remind you of me.
I wonder will I be the bird perched upon the branch whose rhymes echo so beautifully.
I wonder will I be a cloudless sulphur who wanders the Earth leaving a pathway of bewitchery.
I wonder will I be a tall oak tree as tall as the stars with roots that spread like the sea.
I wonder will I be a flower named Zinnia you find blooming in your garden one day unexpectedly.
I hope I come back as a kind word that heals your injuries.