Never Really Gone

There’s something so final about being laid to rest,

…under ground,

…covered by dirt,

…never to see the light of day again.

But the rains shall come and water you,

…and you will melt into the earth,

…and seep deep, deep, deep,

…and spring up again,

…and join bubbling brooks,

…and flow into the sea,

…and travel the world,

…and be part of us all.

So you are never really gone.