WOODLAND BURIAL by Pam Ayres.
Don’t lay me down in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall
Where the dust of ancient bones has spread dryness overall.
Lay me in some leafy loam where sheltered from the cold
Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold.
There kindly and affectionately plant a native tree
To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me.
The roots will not disturb me as they wend their peaceful way
To build the fine and bountiful, from closure and decay.
To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done
I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the Sun.