Wednesday, March 7, 2012

to be a tree

i think that i would like to be a tree
for a while
to grow unchallenged in a forest
to sink my feet deep into the fertile earth
to raise my hands in praise to the sky
for a hundred years i would stand motionless
swaying to the rhythms of the earth
and when my leaves fall for the final time
i will stand as a silent effigy to myself
as my peers look on
and remember the fine tree i was
yet they will not weep for me
nor would i desire them to
for one day a strong wind will come
my carcass will be toppled to the ground
and it will be a home for worms and beetles
friends one and all
i will slowly melt into the forest floor
and in that place will sprout
a fine young tree

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