The things I'll miss

People die and so could I,
the hurried goodbyes,
their tearful eyes.

I will miss the warm hugs
of a sweetheart.
I will miss the sun rise,
and its shadows on the grass.
I will miss the sweet electric breeze
before the rains.
I will miss the chill along my spine,
by a burmal draft upon my face.
I will miss the sound of a babbling brook,
the life it contains.
I will miss my memories,
all the faces I have known.
I will miss the thunder in the mountains,
the rumble in the deep.
I will miss the passion
that I used to feel.
I will miss the rain and I will miss the clouds.
I will miss the clean air that woodland breaths out.
I will miss the birds and the bees,
I will miss the flowers and the tress.
I will miss the world, that I’ve come to know; as my own.

I will miss the time,
the time
I spent.