sjsprWriting

I get sad at how beautiful life is.

I never feel thankful enough.

I feel like I will never 

appreciate it enough, not as

much as it should be appreciated.

All I ask for, 

is to be able to leave something,

almost as wonderful,

to compensate

for all it has given me.

So when I die,

bury me under a tree.

Let my body dissolve into eath

and fertilize the soil.

Let my body grow a garden

with roses and tulips and wildfowers,

and remember me,

by the number of petals that

bloom in the spring,

and not by

how many papers I wasted 

on writing crappy poems

like this.