As I die,
socket me with seed.
Journey ending.
Walnut dyeing hands black.
I dream oak.
Tall;
so you can see.

Bury me.
At the top of Fort Hill.
Water me with tears.
With the warriors.
I fought battles.
Just, not the same.
Alone.

Sad.
Dead tree.
Allow me to wither.
Old as the hill.
Under the burning moon.
I wilt,
feeling nil.

Be.
Prickly.
Continue the journey.
Bumpy roads are best.
Your life goes on.
I will be a monolith.
Upon Fort Hill.
Don't.
Forget.
Me.