Let the Weeds Grow

Let wildflowers grow lofty on my grave. Do not hoe them when their young and tender. May they share my plot, may I be their slave. Their seeds seek not for a coward or brave let wild they wonder and blossoms render. Let wildflowers grow haughty top my grave. Give them this small ground a refuge to save from death by scythe and the lack of splendor. Let them mark my plot as an arrogant slave's. For it was in life no comfort I gave, no pity for flower, love or cinder. Let grand swathes of weeds cover my grave and be warned all who see and not deprave such joys of life we gladly surrender. Let them share this spot with vanity's slave. Let weeds flows over me, wave after wave, may I in death be their meek defender? Let wildflowers bloom lofty on my grave, may they mark my plot, may I be their slave.