If A Star Can Die

Sitting on the planet spinning, another day just beginning, this morning it feels like the mountains will never end and they will always be my friend, and it’s wildflowers I treasure, bring me something beyond measure, I hope my grandsons will remember Grandpa’s favorite what is it, and come to visit, when I’m gone, and then I ponder, I wonder, if a star, like the sun that’s been rising can die, in the great  expanse of the universe, who am I? And the reply is one that sets me free, the answer is the stars are in me.