The music on the radio will still play.
The sun will come up as it has before.
Stars will still be found in the night's sky.
The full moon will shine once more.
Kids will still run and laugh and play.
The dogs down the street will still bark.
Cars will still go chugging down the road.
Lovers will still kiss and snuggle in the dark.
The birds will still sing their morning song.
Butterflies will still float through the air.
The roses will again bloom in the spring.
Bees will still gather nectar with loving care.
So do not feel sorrow in my passing.
For I am now at peace - do not cry
For it will be as I have never been.
On the day that I shall die.
But I ask with great respect.
Do not forget to dream.
Do not forget the virtues of life.
For time rushes by faster than a mountain stream.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
