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What does everyone think about me turning my bit of writing, shown below, into a short story? Is it a good idea? Any suggestions?

Dying
14th February 2005

I walk alone through a desert
Leafless trees on either side of me
Like theyre dying
I keep walking through the desert
Walking past the dying trees
Looking up at the darkened skies
Seeing nothing but know I am seeing what I am
I walk forward and I move my head down so my chin is resting
Against my chest, a tear falls down my right cheek
I then fall to the ground, kneeling on the floor.
I know whats happening to me, but I dont want to admit it.
I know why I walk alone across the desert.
I know why I see the trees beside me
I know why the sky has darkened
Im dying. My life is coming to an end.
I lean forward and put both hands to the ground.
I then cry the tears that I have been holding in for as long as time itself.
Its like having an ocean running from your eyes. Something never ending.
I then fall to the ground, falling so Im laying on my right side.
My eyes start to feel heavy. Everything around me becomes misty.
I ask myself why I do not fear what is about to happen.
I fear it not, because this is whats meant to be.
This is what I have lived for.
Ive lived for this moment.
The moment where I can set my soul free from its imprisonment.
As my eyes close for the final time, I whisper I am only Human Father unto your hands I commend my spirit