Sitting in a beautiful field
Flowers surround and make a comfortable bed for my body to rest in
A giant tree sits behind me.
A willow tree.
The field has an assortment of flowers, and the colors are soothing
Flowers grow on my skin, ivy trickles up my arm like veins in a human torso
I can cry no more, I can suffer no longer
For I have laid at peace in this field of release
And my body slowly develops into dirt,
The earth welcomes my body with open arms
Flowers trailing off my skin
Moss extracting my bones and eye sockets
Bugs, insects, butterflies visit...