Life is a journey, a struggle And a quest for meaning and purpose Ever flowing like a river Always moving forward Like time That keeps the journal Of the ticks and moments Of my happiness and pains While life moves on Death makes a countdown of his own He awaits Like a sea of barren sand Waiting patiently Like an irresistible destiny Then death he comes He steals my body And sets my spirit free... My body is now a fritter Who wants to find its place Not in a gallow, not in a grave But in a garden Where it can take its rest. Burning the body could not bring The spirit to ashes For in time, the spirit will come To find a brand new psyche And he will thrive again. When I die I'd like to be cremated With my ashes poured On top of a mountain Overlooking the sea. I'd like to live again as a wildflower Staring at the ocean Bathing the sunlight Feeling the frozen moonbeams And dancing with the silent music Of the mountain breeze Day after day, night after night Till all my days have gone. And I will bring forth seeds That I will grow to keep me company. Together we will produce A carpet of flowers To make this part of the mountain A natural eternal garden Bringing beauty, life and color To the world that was The Inspiration of my soul And I shall live forever.