WHEN I DIE

WHEN I DIE.

When I die
Defile not the world with my corpse
But grace the earth with it
For my purpose in the world will be done
And my passage to the next life worthwhile
Having adorned the lives of wild flowers with bloom
And sick roses made vibrant with joy and hope
But my purpose on earth never ends
For in the soil,plants,and animals I must continue to live
Living thousands of lives I never lived as I was passing

When I die
Waste not Treasure on a suit,coffin and tiled grave
Let it not be ceremonious with pompous speeches and desert dry tears
Oh no!dear world,defile not yourself
Papyrus and a bare grave will do
The worms will rejoice at this and botany too
Do justice to the heavens and go about your business
Worry not,for the dead bury their own dead
And only they understand and see
The gates to the newlife death brings
It is only and only then that Amazon wet tears
Are accepted and swallowed by earth
So defile not yourself,dear world, when i die
By Bridget Nantume.
©Calvary