When I die
may butterfly wings
whisk me away
on a whisper of wind
May they find me
among my flowers
a spade in my hand
and a smile on my face
I wish that sadness
not permeate the joy
and beauty of nature
I was blessed to find here
Allow me to rest beneath
the hallowed ground of
Mother Earth herself
until the very end of time
That I may give back
all that she has given me
And so when I die may
they find me in my Garden
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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