Someday I will carve my name upon a white Birch tree,

so anyone who happens by there in years to come might see.

Someday I will go to a mountain meadow, green and high,

to pick wild strawberries and reach upward to touch the sky.

Someday I will say I love you to all who are dear to me,

and let them know my feelings run true and very deeply.

Someday I will apologize for negative things I have said or done,

requesting forgiveness from each and every offended person.

Someday I will whisper sweet words of love into my beloved’s ear,

and when his heart is touched, gently kiss away each and every tear.

Someday I will pick a pink flower and rub the petals against my face,

inhaling the fragrance to the point its sweetness I can almost taste.

I should not put off these things until someday; someday may never come;

today and this very moment are the only places in time I can count upon.