This is a beautiful poem. They say that if you're cremated, your gases will rise into the atmosphere and eventually race out into space. If you are buried, your molecules will remain on the Earth to feed whatever beings come across them. Either ways sounds pretty cool to me.
"I like to think that when I die / I will live in ways as yet imagined." Straight chills. This is a beautiful way to think of it and I thank you for sharing this great poem.
This is a beautiful poem. They say that if you're cremated, your gases will rise into the atmosphere and eventually race out into space. If you are buried, your molecules will remain on the Earth to feed whatever beings come across them. Either ways sounds pretty cool to me.
Thank you, Jim. Yes, either way is pretty cool to me too.
"I like to think that when I die / I will live in ways as yet imagined." Straight chills. This is a beautiful way to think of it and I thank you for sharing this great poem.