Whenever I see green mountains covered by those wandering leaves of nature
I want to breathe all the solitude in them~
To lay above and feel the cool mosses
touch my naked back~
To be hugged by the soil
While blankly staring at the heavens~
While closing my eyes unafraid
Wait for few minutes more,
Wait for the rain to pour,
I want to feel those droplets
Sip through my dry skin
Feeling life through its rawest form~
I would stare at the crying sky
Wait for the soil turn to mud
Those precious muds, clothing me~burying me alive
I want to meet my end
To be back to where I belong
To feel my dry bones
Being one to where it came from
From the mud I was formed,
Then from the mud i would disappear~
