One of the Trees

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