Wildflowers would boisterously bloom
And sway with gay abandon
Though I may stop counting my breaths.
Warblers would welcome spring
And sing sweet symphonies
Though my ears may fail to hear.
The starry sky would shimmer
And adorn the moonlit nights
Though my eyes may be shrouded with naught.
The autumnal wind would pirouette
And waltz with the leaves of fall
Though my shriveled skin may turn numb.
The waves would ebb and flow
Whispering the myriad songs of life
Though my verses may stop midway.
The rhythm of life would continue
Glowing forever with my treasured footprints
Though I may bid adieu to this world.
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