I want to be a tree.
All that they do
       is love.
They allow the cold weather to **** their leaves,
yet they shed them gracefully,
and peacefully wait through the winter
rooted in the ground with the knowledge
that again one day, they will be warmed by the sun
and unfurl tiny leaves
again.
    And again.
        And again.

and even hold the body of a soul as they look up at you in disbelief and say
"Look what trees can do"