Forest

Her corpse lying next to a tree,

The rot in her eyes, clear as the sea.

The lime green plants take in her remains,

Her skin gone pale; her blood long left her veins.

Her body now taken by rot and decay,

Her life now gone; it is nature she must repay.

Flowers of all colour sprout through her flesh,

Her life not gone but returned, in an evergreen refresh.

Now she will rest, and life will grow from her eternal death,

Vines grow on her arms, as she bathes in Lethe.

Her eternal soul may now be forever forgotten,

But in her place life blooms from her corpse, life amongst the rotten.

There under that tree rests her body,

Now she is nothing, but from life is death, she now will embody.

She rests with the souls of all other dead,

Eternal life, but forever dead, laying amongst natures bed.