The Only Thing I Fear

My thoughts on an afterlife are never clear The thought of dying is the only thing I fear But to the reaper's scythe I too must fall The journey through life does end for us all Each day we live each day the end for us more near And of those who died brave we often read of and hear But it matters none to them now how they died Or if their fame has travelled far and wide Why weep for me I am not worth a tear But if you respect me respect what I loved dear To immortal Mother Nature respect show She is the only God I claim to know There will be life long after we are gone And Mother Nature will be living on.