COME AND TALK TO MY FLOWERS

come and talk
to my flowers
when my voice is nothing

but the wind
my mind now
a season

season after season
dressed in only birdsong
here I will be

at the edge of summer
the depth of winter
here I will rest

part of the universe
come and talk
to my flowers

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When I return to the earth and that great big sky and become either a cornflower or a scarlet pimpernel at Clandon Natural Burial Ground.

"Then to the elements...be free!"

Love everything about it...where I want to be when I run out of breath!