We are gathered here today to mourn
the life I used to own.

Like life, nature has its
seasons. I had my fair
share of spring and summer days.
Winter was too cold this year.

Leaves on trees, I have faded –
green to orange to brown.
I have fallen from the top
branch, deep into the earth
below.

Though the greens and oranges
have faded, remember me when you pass
by the trees. Look at the sturdy bark
of the redwoods, thousands of branches
exploding into the sky, and think of me.

I have become one
with the earth, but my soul has not.
I want you to remember my laughter
as the wind blows through your hair,
remember my love as the leaves sprout.
Though my body is gone,
I want you to remember me.

Here’s to a good life.