The Five Senses

Oh Dear Lord,Make me die amongst your creation....

Where the last sight I have is the green canopy of big trees..
Where the last sound I hear are the little birds chirping all around..
Where the last smell I have is the fresh flowers..
Where the last taste I have is water from a natural, pure lake..
Where the last touch I have is the fish swimming past by me in that lake..
Where the last thought I have... It was all worth it!!

I don't want to die in a hospital because I don't want..

The Last sight to be of the irregular graph of the ECG..
The Last sound to be of the doctor shouting "push 1mg of epi"
The Last smell to be dettol..
The Last taste to be of the opioids
The Last feel of the doctor thumping on my chest..

O Dear Lord, take me with you from nature.. where the load on the chest feels light rather than the doctor trying to extend my stay in the artificial world...
 I simply don't want the Last thought to be.. "what the hell"

Take my life from where life is still life, not just some electric signals on a machine....