from all the scars and the wounds
the bruises and the cuts
a garden will arise
full of all the flowers i ever loved
and all the bugs i avoided

from the blood and the water
crystalline rivers will form into mater
which will create a new sun
not too hot but just enough

from all of the meat and the skin
new mountains will rise in the sky
over rain clouds the birds will fly
with water that's always clean

from my heart and soul
a forest will come as a surprise
and from my mind alone
a bunch of ants will arise