welcoming the change
and let the others know
as i was formed by their hands,
and at their behest i shall return
this body to them
to be broken down
into something new
and more beautiful than i can currently imagine.
i want to meet my maker
before i’m called in for the final night.
mother nature brought me into the world,
and she will lead me out of it.
what a waste it would be
to wait to hear her secrets
when on my deathbed.
she is whispering her lullabies all the time.
i have a choice (oh, we always do…),
accepting the reality of the universe cradling me,