When I die leave my ashes in the eternal snow of Mt. Rainier.
Let me float on the mist of Snoqualmie Falls.
Scatter me in the forest so I may creep up the trees like moss.
Leave me on the shores of Whibley Island, to dance along the seashells and fallen trees.
Take me to Flaming Geyser, set me free on the gentle breeze so I may roam in the meadow.
Take me to Washington, the only place I ever wanted to be. The only place my soul felt free.