Bury Me

Bury me under the tree Just mentally, so you can forget Easily where exactly I lie, and what tree is that Bury me like I’m a seed Put me into the pot I’ll be a pepper, or an orchid Just anything what you want It’s nice on a window sill I don’t have to talk or wait So it’s not with me you will Speak about small and great Those who don’t know about me Will hear your voice, make remarks As silent as heaven, I’ll be When it turns from blue into dark.