When I say I will die

[NisreenS]

When I say I will die
I hear the sounds of the birds
And see the clouds in white herds
passing smoothely the blue sky
I say No, I shall live on

And nights come, and the days go on
I see the clouds in white herds
And hear the birds, and so on

Then I see the bare trees
The empty nests, the bald sky
And then I say I shall die

But life goes on
And so on

[PrinceMyshkin]

How wonderfully you handle what could otherwise have been a rather morbid or self-pitying poem!