The trees sway as if I sit still there
The morning sparrow chirps as if I still rise to the sound
The scrumptious strawberries of the meadow still provide as if I eat
The sun peaks over ridged mountaintop as if I still bask in its heat
The dog of my neighbour still barks as if I answer to its drawn-out howl
Even the dirt which my head lie upon affected only by the nutrients gained from my rotting carcass
You, my dear, even walk to beat as before.
