It just struck me as odd
Since we sleep to regain energy
To do the things we need to
The next time the sun rises
But what do we rest in peace for
I think it’s a different kind of sleep
My matter dissipates in the dirt
And awakes to live in the roots
Of all the trees that gave me shade
And the flowers that defined beauty
The only better place I’m going
Is the world beneath your feet.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 8:01 PM UTC
It just struck me as odd
Since we sleep to regain energy
To do the things we need to
The next time the sun rises
But what do we rest in peace for
I think it’s a different kind of sleep
My matter dissipates in the dirt
And awakes to live in the roots
Of all the trees that gave me shade
And the flowers that defined beauty
The only better place I’m going
Is the world beneath your feet.
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