Decay

 Lying in the grass and under a shady tree,

Where thistle and burdock grow so green 

I left a message inside these bones

That the world from you still grows.

Lying in the grass and under the blue sky,

Where the story does not end with mine,

I left a message inside these bones

That the world from you still grows.

Lying in the grass and under a setting sun,

Another new day is always sure to come,

Even if it's not quite what you know,

A world from you will surely grow.