One Spring Day...

It is a perfect spring day, and I feel as if I am floating but a tad above the ground.

I am wrinkled--people would call my ancient--with crinkled eyes and a wise smile.

I am sitting under a willow tree, which is gently swaying in the wind. The grass tickles my cheek, and it smells fresh.

There are a few wisps of clouds in the sky, drifting by lazily with the breeze.

My breathing is getting slower. I feel so tired, and it is the perfect place to take a nap.

After a drift into a never ending-sleep, I see a light.

I reach for it, and see my deceased members of my family.

"Hello," I whisper. "Are you taking my with you?"

They hug me and nod, and I leave the peaceful place I had once been. A beautiful place to die.