musings...

When one day I leave this earth,
I hope to return-
as a tree.
A solid oak with branches spread wide in an oval shape,
or a birch...with a bark of silver, so smooth and yet, so resilient.
Let my seed drop somewhere where the
earth is cold-
with snow for my blanket, and pine trees as my friends.
I shall have stars for distraction,
and a better mural I could not ask-
one that constantly shifts and changes,throughout the night.
Let those who pass enjoy my shade.. take refuge from the wind,
rest against my bark and
savor the sweet scent of silence.