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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.
NewBeginnings
Written by NewBeginnings
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Author's Note
A simple poem Inspired by the circle of life and the natural life cycle, as well as biodegradable burial pods, which are becoming increasingly more popular. I don't like the idea of my family...
A simple poem Inspired by the circle of life and the natural life cycle, as well as biodegradable burial pods, which are becoming increasingly more popular. I don't like the idea of my family spending lots of money on a gravestone and a casket when the body could just be buried like this, and returned to the earth in a natural way. The idea of preserving the body just seems so unnatural. Why not just let nature take its course?

assimilation - the absorption of raw materials by which plants derive their nutrition
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