My last will and testament

Being of sound mind
and rational thought,
I bequeath
willfully and voluntarily,

To the stars my dreams
To the winds my wishes and whims
My foibles and follies
      to the meandering streams,
To the clouds go my tears
My heartaches and pains
      to the mountains to bear
My ashes strewn over
     the plains, dales and valleys;

And my poems,
Oh, just stuff them in a coffer
and toss it overboard into
the stormy sea, I say…

Perchance, it washes ashore some day.