If death were the color blue, —The sky would be a graveyard. The ocean, too. But if the sky harbored death, —It wouldn't seem so glum. In fact, we'd smile when our loved ones left. I imagine they would all be angels, flying above. —Or mermaids swimming in the ocean. I would play with them, never getting enough. I would wish my day to come, For death would be a celebration— A passing of life, only to have begun, And a tale for future generations. —But death is morose, Shrouded with trepidation, Cruel satire from God—cast on but a few. For you to breathe life again, I'd do anything! —If only death were blue.