I want to say goodbye before I die for I may no longer see the morning sun. I may no longer see the warm rays of the daylight as it touches my face in the crack of dawn. I may no longer hear the song of the birds as they play in the branches of an acacia tree. I may no longer see this tree as it sways when the wind blows on its chest. I will miss the falling autumn leaves while I walked in the mossed pavement of my patch. I will miss the smell of the air after a misty rain. I will miss every raindrop that touches my lips. And I will miss every breath of this life. I will no longer see the moon that shines at night as well as the stars that stare in my eyes. The sweet morning dew in the palm of the leaves and the warm fog that embraces me. Before I die, I want to touch the clouds and follow the end of the rainbow. I want to swim the greatest lakes and the seven seas. I want to listen to the song of a waterfall. I want to hear the tranquility of a tamed river. I want to c...