If there were no coffins,
every body
would become fertilizer
and every grave
a place where the grass
is always greener.
Poem title from chapter 27 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Peace to your ♥!
Terra: from dirt to mother earth
(ad)ventures in poetry
Serendippity 
in Israel, we are buried without coffins…
I wish it were more of an option here in the US.
And that is why I am opting for cremation… and planting a tree with my ashes as fertilizer.