And I forgive the sun
for rising when I cannot,
and I forgive the birds
for singing when I am silent.
I forgive the world for turning
when I am still,
I forgive the stars for falling
when my wishes have been spent.
I forgive life for continuing
when I rest on a bed of moss.
The Earth seeps into my lungs
and wildflowers sprout from my lips.
I forgive them for blooming
when my heart has lost its beat,
because my soul lingers in their petals.
And I forgive time for ending me
because I will live on through you.