When you die, I like to imagine
that you turn into a bird
and sway in the air like a tree.
And if you die on the floor,
you will become part of the planet,
your roots stuck in the dirt.
When you die, you become
a thought.
When you die, I like to imagine
that you turn into a bird
and sway in the air like a tree.
And if you die on the floor,
you will become part of the planet,
your roots stuck in the dirt.
When you die, you become
a thought.