A Beautiful Day To Be Alive

I walk through the forest and the noise of loneliness fills my head. I think about my friends and family that are long since dead.
I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I feel the warm Summer breeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows.
I slowly fall to my knees.
I hear their voices loud, I hear their voices clear.
I see their faces, through every single tear.
 I realize I am alone and there is no one with me.
Where am I?
There's nothing here I recognize.
The trees begin to blend with the bushes, I cannot trust my eyes. I'm feeling a sense of loneliness like never before. I wish I had someone to talk to as I clutch the forest floor. I can feel the sweat ooze from every pore of my being.
I can hear everything, even the most distant birds singing.
I feel my thoughts slow as if I were on the edge of sleep, I struggle to make sense of the feelings that are running so deep.
I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
Today I think, is a beautiful day to die.
A random thought I cannot explain. Is it I wonder because I feel no more pain?
I no longer feel the faint sound of my heartbeat
That's when I heard the sound of my dad's voice from heaven saying ...
It's a beautiful day to be alive.