You may bury me
As deep as you can
But from the cracks,
I will rise again.
I am the seed that grows
from the nothingness,
The shrub that even
your hatefulness waters.
There’s no need to try
To bury me fellow
For, the universe stands by me
And just from the cracks,
I will rise again.
Just like the phoenix,
From my ashes,
I will rise again
And grow stronger.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Liberscribes