When we are gone
Return us to the earth
To undo the damage that we have done
Do not mourn for us
Let us
Sink back into the soil and return
What we have taken
To undo the harms that we have created
Let the trees grow ancient to stretch their limbs in peace
While nature unfolds itself again
Free from restraint
And urbanisation
There will be no more boundaried manicured
Natural spaces
Just a tangle of wilderness
With flowers opening in layers
And bees
Bring back the bees and the insects
The birds
The creatures
To go about their ways without human interference
Or intervention
York St John Pollination Project 