You are the Bringer Of Life:
The one who spreads the seeds of Mother Nature—
But when The Darkness beckons you to follow,
You must heed its call to die at last.
Your body will lie upon the earth—
An invitation to all that you've created
To wrap their spindly fingers around you
And pull you deep down to their origin:
The heart of all Creation.
But for now, their petals stroke you gently,
And their brothers and sisters grow among you:
In mourning for your body,
The world breathes.
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