When I die
Plant a tree close to me.
Hemlock, holly, buckthorn, oak –
it will not matter which,
when I seep through the earth
like slow rain sipped by roots
I’ll rise
skyward pulled into branches, into twigs,
I’ll feed unfolding leaves, I’ll flower,
fruit and fill with seed.
I’ll transpire
and with each green and glorious exhalation,
I’ll become
The air you breathe.
4 comments:
Beautiful, dear. Quite a cathartic reading experience. ^_^ Especially loved the lines:
I’ll rise
skyward pulled into branches, into twigs,
I’ll feed unfolding leaves, I’ll flower,
fruit and fill with seed.
I’ll transpire
Cheers. ^_^
Soulless - Thanks. I'm always honored when someone with your talent likes something here. Thanks for visting - and come again! Cheers back to you!
I'm most fond of the last two lines, where the transformation of life is emphasized. At least, that's the way I see it.
Welcome back! Missed you! Sounds like things are changing for you - all good!
BTW, your aunt's ex-client is a small minded dope.
Hug.
-CA
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