For me before I die

 
 
build me a shed by the river
that runs through the woods
that I may see the crystal clear water
flowing to its final destination
 
weave me a tapestry
where love is the golden thread
that runs through the images
of its decorative flora and fauna
 
paint me a picture
that captures the sun-rays
of happiness
through the canopy of trees
in the wilderness
 
take  photographs of the hyacinth
that blooms only at midnight
when the boat draws near
to take me across the river.