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;
Just bury me beneath the earth,
And plant a seed upon my grave.
As my body rots below,
My atoms are 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.