Look for me in the Meadows

I, a person,
will become it, a body.
I will become a skeleton in the ground.
But before I become an it,
I will love you.
And then I will purple
and bloat
and decay,
and then I will be nothing but
minerals;
but those minerals will nourish
the flowers of the earth
and every spring I will be
born again.

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