A Bird's Eye View

When I die, will I fly? Like a bluebird would fly? Way up high Up above in the sky? Will my view be beneath? From the ground will I see? Any bluebirds? Up high, when I die? Or, will I be a leaf? On a big Maple tree.. Swaying to and fro in darkened skies? Well, I wonder what will? What will be? What I'll do.. Will I fly? Or just crawl when I die? Well, it matters the least Of the two, I may be; But, what matters the most; Most to me. Should I be in the sky with the greatest of birds; Matters not, just so your there to see I may act like its so; Like I know you'll be there; I think, I might think, your superman... But, if I haven't shown; What you needed to see; I will pen it in words, so you can. When this life comes to close When the curtain is drawn; When I look to my left, then my right. Just as always, you're there; Never swaying an inch. I'm that leaf, hanging on to you tight! Cuz, I know when this ends Where're it be,just a storm; Or, if we live out, our golden years.. Wouldn't it be grand thoughts? If we both came to be; In our yard, the same two gorgeous deer ? If we do. If we don't. Should I come back next time; As a slug, or a slimey old snake When I look to my left Then again to my right By my side; it's the place you will take. Though I've often asked "why?" When you're something so good Why choose me and this life, here with me ? Maybe when lights go out; And the canvas is blank.. As two bluebirds with birds eye view...We'll see.