Freefalling

I want to be
where winds blow free,
and raindrops kiss the trees.
 
Where leaves of brown,
with unheard sounds,
fall softly as a breeze.
 
Where night time skies
amaze the eyes
with stars that gleam and glisten.
 
And streams flow down
without a sound
and beg someone to listen.
 
'Tis there
I'll make my final bed,
with heart and soul at peace
 
And on a cloud
as soft as down,
will let my breathing cease.