The Day I Die,
Every sidewalk will talk,
and all the trees will dance,
the wind will stop to listen.
When I die,
My mother will re-embrace me,
because I am back home with her.
She will flood the ocean with her tears of rejoice.
On the die I die,
the streets where every secret is toxic
will finally come clean,
and express its unconditional love for me.
The birds will sing me lullaby’s
to put my soul at ease.
As I rest peacefully in the warmth
of my mother bosom.
On the day I die,
is the day I will give back.
Apologize for certain mishaps, and slips,
but certainly the disrespect.
The clouds will part
to make way for my entrance,
will be illuminating grotesquely,
symbolizing my spirit.
The day before,
I could smell the birds of paradise,
with an aroma so strong,
they screamed loud enough for me to wake up,
The day I die,
I will be home.