When I Die

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

When I Die

If I should die, cover me not with stone.
Instead, make a tree my graven throne.
Each breath it sighs will be as my own.
Its rustling leaves my gentle tone
and continue singing when I am gone.

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Loved this wholeheartedly. Resteemed, people need to read it.

Thank you!!

Very nice! This is somehow soothing.