Lay down on the verdant hillside.
This is also a grave.
As you spread out your limbs,
Light runs from your fingers and toes
To intertwine with tree roots.
These glowing threads bind you to the earth,
Together with sun’s slanting rays
Filtered through the branches overhead.
Beneath you scarabs move in the dirt,
Tapping down a deathwatch
With a promise to turn your bones to gold.
Fear not and still your mind.
Death and life are one and the same.
A soft breeze flows over the grass.
Bird sing their melodious song.
This day will never end.
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