Beautiful Death Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Beautiful Death

Wonder if you ever
Had the time to listen
To the leaves, branches!

They do talk,
Speak soft,
Full of love.

They, also, complain
Of the mean, and careless.

I took time
And chatted with friends
Like bushes and grass.

They told me stories
As do the First Nations.

Was lovely and great
To hear how the first
Kernels, and the seed
Sacrificed to give birth
To crops and each herb
As well as fruits to nuts.

I told them that one day
I will go and join them
Colorful like the leaves,
That dance in the breeze.