Before I Go

I will turn to see the sky touch the grass and wonder why walk the mountain trail again splash the cold against my face feel the burly bark of brethren pine upon a wintry shine of one more snow before I go wade waist deep in summer hay and play all day roll down hills and step on stones across a creek to peek into the earth beneath a rock and disregard the clock spring upon the fence as birds alight to lofty branch and take a chance or dare cast my fate into the wind without a care before I go I will touch my nose to every flower and for an hour I will contemplate the stars catch lightning bugs and moonbeams in my mother’s pickle jars and I will run into my life deep into each rising sun touch and taste and hear and see all this world has given me before I go