Where the wildflowers grow

When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow

Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow

And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow

Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow

As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit to where few do know

Finally when fall sighs
Watch as the leaf flies
As a reminder of the deadly reaping of what I did sow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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