SOUL
If my soul were really immortal
And lived after I die,
How freely it would travel
In the infinite sky.
It would see other planets
And wander to farthest stars,
It would need no planes,
No stinking, cramped cars.
It would see the way stars die,
It would watch their birth,
And when it became nostalgic
It would fly over dear Earth.
I hope the Earth would be greener
And cleaner than it is now,
For people would cherish it,
Having at last learned how.
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