Scatter My Ash

Lay me not beneath the ground
Nor o’er my head set stone
I’ll want no visits when I’m gone
Preferring to rest alone

You’ve better things for which to do
Than shed o’er me a tear
My life is gone, yours still burns
Embrace it, passionate, and dear

Buy me not a casket strong
Nor tiny plot of land
I’ll use them not, either one
They just will not be manned

Spread me instead ‘neath cloudy sky
Or over sun-kissed ground
Where nature will come to pass me by
And sooth me with her sound

So, scatter my ash in wind and rain
On yonder hill, or grassy plain
And there I’ll rest quite happily
From now on through eternity

© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen