If I die young
I want the ocean to know
it inspired me,
it sees me every day
tell it thank you.
I want the flowers to know
I didn't not pick them
because they aren't beautiful
but only because
I wanted to stare longer
out of envy,
so tell them thank you
for accepting the water
and sun I gave them.
I want the sky
to know that
all of it is beautiful
always
and even when I look up
in sorrow, or ponder
it wasn't because
it ruined my day,
only because
it made it beautiful
and I needed reminders sometimes
that beauty can be found
in the most overlooked places.
Please thank everything for me
that I never took the time
to realize I should thank it,
and thank the things
I knew I should have thanked
but never did.
And thank the strangers
on the street
because who knew
who I
forgot to smile at.
Thank you.