There’s so much I can be!







Spread my ashes in the mountains when I should finally die.
Spread my ashes in the mountains beneath that clear blue sky.
Spread my ashes in the mountains where the air is fresh and clear.
Spread my ashes in the mountains in that place I hold so dear.
High upon some mountain top, spread my ashes to the wind
and let the beauty of the mountain forget that I have sinned.
Though ‘sin’ is just a concept that we’ve been taught to live;
it matters not what’s in your past, but what you now can give.
So let my ashes settle up there to fertilise the land,
then as a hardy little Snowgum I will proudly stand.
I’ll feel the wind lash through my leaves and chill me to the core
and let the snowflakes blanket me – Oh, who could ask for more.
A hundred years I’ll stand there and perhaps the same again
while the wind and snow and beauty wash away all of life’s pain.
Then one cold day I’ll buckle beneath the weight of snow;
broken and twisted then, back down to the earth I’ll go.
I’ll slowly crumble into dust; melt back into the soil
to resurface as a Snow Daisy in its simple lifelong toil;
to sprout up from a humble seed into a radiant flower
and of that short and humble life, I’ll cherish every hour.
Then on into eternity this carbon that is me
will revel in the simple fact – there’s so much I can be!

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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