My Corpse...My Copse

Dusty, grey old headstones,regimented row on  row.
I’m sure it must be fine but somewhere I’d  chose not  to go…
This sea of dead with crumbling stones that shatter and deface,
this designated place of rest in cloistered  enclosed space .
When  finally I go to sleep for all eternity,
I want to be surrounded by phenomenal beauty.
I want to find a grassy hill that overlooks a stream
where rainbows end and lovers stand together -just to dream.
A meadow soft with tender leaves now fallen on the ground,
and flowers of a cornflower blue grow wildly all around.
A habitat where creatures great and small  can  safely roam,
Where butterflies and birds fly high each seeking out their home.
Just put me in my wicker bed, laid ‘neath  a silver birch,
where somewhere in the distance I can hear the choir in church.
Their voices drifting gently through my leaves whilst they all sing,
and when you come to see me, please come  visit me in spring !
Where flowers grow unfettered ,all so  scented , wild and free,
and golden daffodils like lanterns lead a path to me.
Just sit beneath my branches, as my roots will now be deep
and love the nature round you, just enjoy it ..whilst I sleep……..