I long for the wet woods
Where the rainy breeze
Is full of flowers and leaves
And the damp earth
Speaks of death and rebirth.
I love the wood
When birds sing after rain.
I will surely die,
And Mother Nature will remain.
But we are forever part
Of nature’s great heart.
Her vital cycle of birth,
Death and good earth.
K Morris - Poet 
This is very true. We will just be part of the earth one day.
Indeed we will, Esther. Thank you for commenting and liking.
And as we are absorbed
Back into Earth’s breast,
We surely will return
Although we may be dressed
In other clothes than these.
A part of us becomes
taken up by trees
And in the sunlight bright
Forms branches and leaves
That give welcome shade.
Some atoms may become
A blackbird singing high
Up in that tree
That grows because we die.
And nourish the land.
We are always here
In one form or another.
We might not be aware
Our atoms bother
What we might become.
I’m delighted my poem inspired you to compose your own, Vivienne. Which I very much enjoyed.
Thank you, Kevin.
You are welcome, Vivienne