The Tree and Me

please carve no cold headstone for me but rather plant a sapling tree and lay my ashes beneath its foot so through my body it takes root then as the seasons come and go my monument and I will grow wave bright green flags at summer's sky and harbor birds who happen by we'll bronze each autumn, bloom with spring, and wear the white coats winters bring the tree I marry with my dust will husband me with rooted thrusts our seed will scatter far and wide across God's fertile countryside and soon an arbor family will share our immortality a tree and me