I won’t ever die**

When I grow up, I want to be a flower.
One that grows wild, and beautiful, and free.
But when my short life as a flower ends,
Because nothing as beautiful as a flower, can last forever.
I’ll spend some time as a bird in a life past pollen and elegant petals.

I would become a high flying creature of life.
I could travel to great places and never feel alone,
All birds have a flock; a place to be wanted.
As a creature of hollow bones and feathers, one envied by all,
I could finally see the light into my next life.
A simple rooted life could actually be the one for me.

A tall, magical oak tree, I would be.
I would provide a home for many creatures of nature,
A lovely shaded spot to dream upon,
And the power to live through generation after generation.
Towering over all and not easily knocked down;
Something I wish I could say about my ‘human’ self.
But when it comes the day, I whittle and die,
I’ll become a whole new life until happiness is found.

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