When we die, I hope we are eaten by worms

when we die,

I hope we are eaten by worms

I hope the soil will use us to grow flowers

and fruits

and vines

that snake up the terraces

in our empty minds

with an absolute confidence they can go

wherever they want to go

when we die,

I hope we return back to the dirt

I hope we get to show our gratitude

to Mother Nature for her eternal effort,

her relentless desire to feed

and water

and shelter us

I hope we get a chance

to let her know we tried

to be grateful

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