RETURN ME TO THE EARTH

When I die don't entomb me

Don't put my body, my, earthly shell, in a box.

Don't put that box in the ground.

Return me to the Earth.

I worry about where I will end up.

Both literally and figuratively

It keeps me awake at night.

Return me to the Earth.

A nice fluffy cloud.

With a pink hue?

Who says clouds can't be pink?

This is my rhyme.

I'll write what I choose.

But before my spirit moves on.

Return me to the Earth.

Lucie and I were a team.

That's for sure.

Our spirits will be together forever.

Return us to the Earth.

A tree.

Near a library.

That's where I want  to be

Lucie, well, she is a dog.

(The last time I saw her was in my library's storeroom.)

She liked trees.

Return us to the Earth.

I want my life to have meant something.

I was here.

I want to give back to my community

My final good deed.

Return me to the Earth.

Plant a tree.

(And  when you are done party on.)