Don't Bury Me

Don’t bury me under polished stone
In some sacred land of flesh and bone

Don’t bury me amongst the redwood trees
Beneath mist-soaked streams of light pouring through the leaves.

Don’t bury me atop a mountain in the eternal winter snow
High above the tree line, while life lives on below.

Don’t bury me in a meadow exploding with every color
Where the grass plucks at the summer breeze, playing songs of nature’s mother.

Don’t bury me at land’s end, by the roaring ocean side
Where the waves pound the shore, then carry it away with the tide

When my body’s lost its mind, don’t come and bury me,
It’s just another place you’ll never visit, a place I never want to be.