Sit, set?

 When I am old, and no longer able.

Sit me in the garden outside.

Let me linger where I will become one.

With earth, soil rich with bugs,

Deep and dark and full of nutrients.

So I can hear the call of birds.

The everlasting joy which bursts,

With the suns rising, so I rise.

Let me hear the laughter and babble

Of the brook as it wanders and trips.

Because it is in this I shall swim.

With the knowledge I will be here, 

In this Eden forgotten, eternally.