tried looking for a random poem and this is the least sad one that i could post, enjoy

for rotting heals all wounds
all cuts all scars
all ilness
for the body that caused you pain will simply fade away
the heart that once ached now lives to nurture the trees
the brain that you desperately tried to fix now just dust in an empty room
and you’ll be seen, in part, in the flowers growing above
bathed in the sun once more
beautiful but
rarely even admired by those who walk
the only remaining trace of you
to wither away again
or be stepped on
that is what you leave behind
for your legacy will die, if it even got the chance to crawl in the first place
and your memory will be swept away
in the end, all you leave is a perfect skeleton