the day will come that i am gone
and yet the planet will spin on

birds will sing their favorite song
and you’ll be right where you belong

the sun will set, then arc, then fall
and beam its light upon us all

the rains will gently cool us down
and bring bright greens to what is brown

and in the hour’s final minute
i’ll see the light and bathe in it

i’ll slow my breath and heart, and then
what will die will rise again

the day will come that i am gone
and yet the planet will spin on