When I no longer go,
The grass will loftily grow;
The winds will smugly blow;
And water will pretentiously flow.

When I stop
Life won't...

But I'm selfish enough to wish that it would;
And arrogant enough to imagine it could;
And vain enough to think that it should.

But it won't
So until then...

I'll forgive the grass as it tickles my feet.
I'll pardon the winds as it cools off the heat.
I'll even thank the waters for its refreshing treat.

Maybe grace can be found knowing 
That grass won't stop growing;
Wind won't halt blowing;
And water won't cease flowing.

Life's on-going-ness
Isn't to mock me after I'm gone.
It's used to give care for all who remain
And bring comfort and joy and peace amid pain.

Life sustains life.
God made it that way,
So we can bear strife
Amid joy in each day.

So, until I go from here...

Let's lay in the grass as it rains on our skin
Then dry in the wind and do it again.