My last few days,
I soak it in,
I stare at all the trees below,
I stop and smell the flowers,
I take in the blue, blue sky,
I look at all the people’s faces
And see the joy in their eyes,
I feel the pain in my feet,
See the freckles on my nose,
Touch the stinging sunburn on my cheeks,
I soak in this feeling
Because it will all be wrung out,
But I will still be damp with memories.