the flowers that grow within

Let the ground have my body So I can play hide and seek one last time. Let the worms eat my flesh So my death brings about something good. Bury me where you’ll remember me; Where I can be happy again: Where I can still climb the highest trees And roll down hills— I’ll be friends with the breeze, And let the bugs crawl over my hands So I can feel their tiny footsteps, Like I used to feel your hand on mine. Where my body lies, The earth is freshly disturbed For a meadow to flourish: So when flowers grow through my bones, I will finally be beautiful.