Let ivy grow over my grave. Let God make my body a joy, a beauty; and a testament to His power. Make a place for birds to nest in my headstone, so that I may look back and see new life following my own.
This is a very pretty little poem. After much thought though, I've decided that I don't like the last three lines; they're explaining too much. I LOVE the image of a birdnest in the headstone, and I was thinking maybe adding another think kinda like that would be much more effective than the urrent last-three-lines at getting the point across. Birds in the headstone and a rabbit in the grass, maybe?
Pretty, pretty, pretty.