When I die,
don’t look for me at my grave
because I won’t be there.
That’s the last place I’ll be.
If you want to find me,
look around you.
I’ll be the earth and
the grass and the sky and the air.
I’ll be the flower
that’s still blooming in the dead of winter.
I’ll be the first drop of rain after a drought.
I’ll be the rainbow after a hurricane.
I’ll be the shooting star in the night sky.
I’ll be the full moon on a summer night.
One thing I’ll never be is gone.
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© yuktaparikh
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