When I die,
Let me take with me,
The fragrance of red roses,
Blowing in the breeze.
When I die,
Let me take with me,
The feel of the rain,
and the sound of the sea.
And, then, when I open my eyes
In that brand new land,
No need to say any last goodbyes,
I'll just wiggle my toes, in that heavenly sand!
Mary Naylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-47/
