Death of this life isn't the end
Breaths of new realities dwell within
Sleeping messages will be known in time
Keeping the wishes of your infinite mind
Come to the garden which you have grown
Some day you will reap what you have sown
Choice was yours all along the way
Rejoice in the beauty of that future day
Before you do leave this lovely land
Adore all the things you have at hand
Love all the beauty from the simplest thing
Above all pleasures that riches can bring
Stanley Victor Paskavich Stantasyland
