My love when I die
Leave this body in the forest
At the feet of one who can measure
My life in thickness of rings
You’ll know her when you meet her
Towering mother of centuries
Raising arms to heaven even
As she reaches deep into the dark
Give this body to her and the web
Of her descendants and friends
No need to dig a grave
For this is what I practice
Melting into the ground
Becoming all that I forgot
Whatever remains when the scavengers
The worms the fungi
Have had their insatiable way
Let it be buried as all that falls
In the forest is buried
Over time
Let it be as I dream
The moss closing over the bones
Like a slow tide
Queen of Elves 
as always, the power of your words leaves a trail to your heart, and the space those words create feels and sounds like you, ‘melting into the ground, Becoming all that I forgot’, strong desire, not quite resignation but almost peaceful acceptance.
‘The moss closing over the bones’, here is a gentle end, one that is warm and welcoming. Back into the sweet earth at the end of a long life. Bravo again Amy, thank you for giving us your words. I wanna live in that forest!
alan
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