By Rebecca Goodman

A beautiful, scented flower.
I breathe in. Sigh.

A wonderful, rolling panorama of sunlit hills.
I look around. Smile.

A sweet honey drink.
I sip. Gasp with delight.

A flowing, pulsing piece of music.
I dance and twirl. Laugh.

A candle leading up into the sky.
I leave this world. Wave a sad farewell.

A new world, even greater than the one I left behind.
I sit down. Wonder.

What I did to deserve such a beautiful life?


By Rebecca Goodman.