Bury me under a poplar tree.
Let my ashes mix with the soil.
Let me dissolve slowly when it rains.
Let me nourish bark, leaf and pith with my remains.
Let me flow in veins from root to leaf.
Let me hear wind rustle leaves to whispering.
Let me feel warm sunlight in the leafy cell,
then ascend as vapour to the clouds,
and fall as drink to earth again.
