The worldwide pandemic prompts one to reflect on death.
Child of the Universe
When I die bury me deep in a place where trees grow tall and flowers blossom. My smile beneath will follow the colors spreading for joy. Mark not my place with statues or stones, find me where life can be found. My body will join the elements and energy of the universe from which I came and continue on in the cycle of life.
We are all Interconnected even with the Universe 