a type of burial

If I buried myself deep within the earth, the forest that would bloom forwards from my soul would be infinitely thick and dense and full. Many young travelers would get lost attempting to navigate my labyrinthine heart, though my forest would keep them safe and warm and fed through their journey. The fruit that the trees would bear would be more decadent and holy than any food ever tasted by human tongues. The animals that lived in me would beam with technicolor lights and dance wildly to the silent music of my humming. The moon of my eyes would keep my forest in perpetual dusk, with blue beams of light slicing through the fog and illuminating small patches of soil and moss, perfect for resting. It would be cool and damp and sleepy, but never cold and wet.

It would be safe.