When I Die
When I’m finally laid to rest,
Please don’t put me in a wooden casket;
Or leave flowers at my grave,
In a pretty little basket.
Don’t pump me full of chemicals
And put me on display;
Jus bury me beneath the earth,
And plant a seed upon my grave.
And as my body rots below,
My atoms, re-assimilated;
In my place a tree will grow,
From the place that I originated.
Precious minerals, returned to earth,
Little molecules of me-
The fuel for yet another life,
As I become the tree.
