To Nature's Tree
What's left of Me...
My Ashes, you must Bring.
And Scatter wide, to seep inside
The Earth, beneath her feet,
That I who Cried for Life denied,
Found Suddenly So Sweet,
Might Live, if only for, a Moment More,
Some Lovely Newborn Spring!
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