The path is ahead
I walk with those close.
Those in my imagination
Cheer me on.
Over the hill
Onto the field I wander.
Flowers surrounding me
I'll just let them be.
They will grow
And not die as their
Stems won't be cut.
It will rain.
I'll rest among them
And the Become one with the earth.
The coming year will bring
A more vibrant grave.