If I must die,

Bury me here.

Lay my bones under

A great tree,

So its roots

Become one

With my flesh and I

Feed a life

Greater than my own.

If you must mourn,

Place a swing

In the branches above

My bed.

Have a picnic

On my grassy roof, but

Then leave.

The wind will topple

My cross, and you

Will forget

The sadness.