Bury Me
Bury me under the tree
Just mentally, so you can forget
Easily where exactly
I lie, and what tree is that
Bury me like I’m a seed
Put me into the pot
I’ll be a pepper, or an orchid
Just anything what you want
It’s nice on a window sill
I don’t have to talk or wait
So it’s not with me you will
Speak about small and great
Those who don’t know about me
Will hear your voice, make remarks
As silent as heaven, I’ll be
When it turns from blue into dark.
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