Today I am sharing with you one of my most favourite poems:
Lord, when I die, please let it be in Spring, 🌷
Let me see the swallows and hear a robin sing; 🐦
Help me to my window to see a butterfly 🦋
And watch the dreamy spiral of a lark up in the sky. 🦅
Let me hear the bleating of a new born baby lamb, 🐑
The gurgling of the water as it overflows the dam; 💦
The busy, busy buzzing of the ever active bees 🐝
And gentle sound of breezes whispering in the trees. 🌲
Let me enjoy the scent of spring when it comes to my last day
For that will give me pleasure as I gently slip away.
And may the last thing that I see be a little baby’s smile: 👶
For all these things have made my stay on this old earth worthwhile.
An Englishman’s Prayer 🙏
CREDIT: – Roy Hobbs –