If I Should Die

If I died, I convey nothing behind but my words my thoughts and feelings, I write not for brass or glory but in hope that I shall be remembered. My words will strike; fear pain and love. They will cause War and will strive for peace. My words will inspire others to sing and dance; they will carry on the path that I left crumbling when I passed. My words will linger on the Passengers of time, and in the backs of people's minds, my words will linger in the memories of life. My words will yodel around campfires and Sail the ocean to lands unknown and soar amongst the stars. My words haunt like blossoms on trees and birds that sing. My words are carried on Rivers like blood vessels around the globe. My words are like whispers told in the silence of Night, They Are the gleam in the stars and the secrets untold to the beholder. As Life represents a gift, we take granted. we are born to die, therefore, if all I leave behind are words am I everlasting, do I live eternally in the minds of life and the mere of nature.’ A lucid dream to be remembered but not one to be forgotten as money out ways Dreams If I shall die and my body shall rot my words shall transfer my soul, for that not wealth can carry; but memories are worth so much more than riches. “silence”