Wherever you are,
Whatever you've done,
Where you plan to go,
It doesn't matter
From which we came, we will return
The soil
When we decay, we will decompose into dirt
Fungus beneath the surface will spore right from open sores
Organisms, that have seemed smaller and less significant than us will get the upper hand.
They will turn us into nutrients. Bacteria recycles us, fixes the nitrogen so that other life can flourish
Our body will be their tool
Flesh will rot, clothes will tear, and bones get washed away by powerful erosion
Soon, the vessel that held your life will be in different places, varying climates. You may be gone but the plants there are using the resources you so graciously left
All of our bodies will return to Earth
Finally, Earth can heal
But we don't have to be dead to sooth the damage we've done
We can create symbiosis with the wild,
Humanity doesn't have to be a pathogen
Even in life, celebrate the trees, the deserts, the sea, the highlands, and the lowest canyons. Celebrate by recycling waste, by protesting anti-climate change, by creating rain gardens, by sowing seeds, by any means necessary.
Celebrate the earth to which we have came
To which we will return