One of the Trees
By Skyler S
Published 12 August 2022
When I die, I want to become one of the trees
I want to break from my grave and reach up
Touch the sun and the sky with my spindly fingers
And catch her tears with my glossy leaves
I want to dance with the wind
And sway with the forest
Dancing slowly to my natural rhythm
I want to provide shade to my children below
To breathe out the air they crave to live
And watch swallows dance through my branches
I want to watch those below, falling in love
The shade from my limbs making the light dance over their skin in the wind
My leaves cascading down as confetti into their hair
I want to grow old and wise, living for centuries
Eternally suspended in my wooden tomb
Providing marvel and delight for generations to come
I want to become one of the trees and one with nature
To have all her secrets as mine