Please let me rot in a field of flowers

Those lovely round faces blooming

Sunshine onto my deteriorating corpse

Let the scents swirl and embrace

My bony fingertips

The morning dew bless my flesh

As I return whence I came

I hope the worms and bugs nibble away

Giving my physical form purpose

As my spirit ascends

May my body nourish the Earth

May my rot fertilize the

Camelias and rhododendrons

So I may love them again

When I return