When I Die
When I die, please bury me in mud.
Don't put me in wood, or in a furnace.
For all I have been - meat and blood.
Belongs to the earth, and it's done its service.
When I die, please lay me with the trees.
Let their roots take as much as they breathe.
Let them grow as beautiful, as tall and free:
as the universe intended them to be -
with a little help from me.
Don't treat it like someone's still there,
For all I have been has gone, and wont be.
The time has come for the body to lay bare
and for my unknowing soul to finally see.
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