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When I die I hope I'll begin to spread roots As my soul Is absorbed by the earth And as I spread Parts of me will Begin to reach ever upward As I begin to form My canvas of emerald and gold Everlasting And forever growing - I will not be worried by strife, and Fire will only serve for New possibilities As well as The potential for growth. I will become a sight For others to behold And feel at peace Whenever they venture Through my dappled sunlight - When I die I hope to become more Than just cold
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
Aspen Grove
When I die I hope I'll begin to spread roots As my soul Is absorbed by the earth And as I spread Parts of me will Begin to reach ever upward As I begin to form My canvas of emerald and gold Everlasting And forever growing - I will not be worried by strife, and Fire will only serve for New possibilities As well as The potential for growth. I will become a sight For others to behold And feel at peace Whenever they venture Through my dappled sunlight - When I die I hope to become more Than just cold
I love the idea of being buried with a tree seed, and aspens are my favorite type of tree, thus the inspiration for this piece. I would love to be one. Fun fact: aspen groves are not singular trees, but rather one large, interconnected organism
#life#death#aspen#trees
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Joliver
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
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