Tortured Muse

When I am gone
Orchids will still bloom
The moon bright will still rise in clear dark skies
Foxes will still glide smiling through the woods
Winds will still blow amongst the trees and grasses
Thunder will still roll
Rain will still fall
Waves will still dance with the tides.
Nature’s keen dance will continue
There is some solace in knowing
That I played a small part
For a short time.