I’ve never been religious much —
My Faith is in the trees.
The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.
And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —
The dirt from which the flowers bloom is all I’ll ever need.
So to my Loves, who walk this Earth, when I should walk no more,
Dig me a Bed and plant me there, and I’ll grow just as before.
Somewhere in the summer sun,
Where dandelions dance and sing
Along with the bluebird’s lonesome cry,
Alone, you’ll find me, lying there
Between the grass seed and maple leaves,
What
is this, this viscous liquid I’m drowning in, something dark and opaque, I cannot breathe—
What is
Slowly,
I stand,
simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly
stammering silly sayings,
smiling at the shining sky.
Solemnly,
I sit,
in the scenes of September, singing
Comments
So atmospheric, and the rhymes are so well done! The capitalization and diction also make it seem very Shakespearean. Nice job!
Thank you so much!
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