When I die,
put me in the ground,
among the bushes and nettles,
within the womb of the earth.

When I die,
let me wither slowly,
so may I feel the flowers,
emerging from the crevices of my ribs.

When I die,
lay me in middle of a forest,
so when my heart decomposes,
may it merge with the heart of this world.

When I die,
don't let my body go to waste,
bury me deep within the soil,
so may something can make a home out of it.

When I die,
lament not my loss,
smile when you find the roses,
that have grown from my body.

Think of them as a parting gift,
as I bid adieu to all of you,
think of it as my life's work,
wild but beautiful.

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