Akara K. - Outside

When I die
I hope that they'll bury my ashes
And plant a tree there
A strong tree that will grow tall
And live longer
Than I did.

And maybe people
Will look at the tree
And be happy
Because who can look at a tree
And be sad?



I've always liked birds
But today I saw a robin
And I realized how beautiful it really was.

Akara K.

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