What happens when we go?

Do we fall down with the snow?


When the mud reclaims our teeth,

Does it turn them into sleet?


When our bones crack and crumble,

Does an earthquake start to rumble?


When we start our final sleep,

Do currents shift in ocean deeps?


When our lungs are flat and popped,

Do lava droplets fizz and hop?


When our souls leave our skin,

Is that how new life begins?

By: Sarah, Age: 18, Wicklow

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