there is an urn
that will grow from ashes into a tree
i saw it today
and i thought of you
because you are so alive
and so in love with what is real
you will be a tree after you die
and you will keep on living
you will smile at everyone
and wave your full, green branches,
letting people breathe you in.
and i?
i will lie under you
six feet, to be exact
beneath a stone cold grave
proclaiming my death
for i am not alive
anymore