On my last day, I want to dig in the earth until my fingernails are black.
I want to see the earthworms wriggle back into the darkness.
I want to see sprouts show their shiny, fresh faces. And golden buds their shy petals.
I want my muscles to stretch and strengthen and work until they they tremble.
I want to see dirt on my knees and bruises on my legs and scratches on my arms and know I did good, hard work.
I want to shiver and sweat and then drink a beer at the end of the day in a cool breeze.
I want to remember that nature's first green is gold. Even if it can't stay.
At least today. Ask me again in summer...or fall...or winter.