Remember Me When I Leave

Beautiful sky above me,

Wondrous winds around me,

Soft ground beneath me,

Vibrant souls where I look,

Heartbeat slowly moving in my chest,

Will I be a memory on anybody's mind?

Will I be a dream in anybody's sleep?

Will anyone actually miss me when I go?

I wouldn't miss myself, yet I will miss so many before me, so many that I may never overcome their departure...

Yet I have never offered a reason to miss or be missed,

And I am left to ponder what will be left of me?

I will miss you, will you miss me?