So I leaned against the wilting tree
and I occurred to me
that this is not a tree
and I am not me

the tree was rotted on the inside
it cracked and crumbled
so did I, and besides,
we both collapsed and tumbled

the tree became dirt
and i'm stiff and cold in my sweatshirt
I'm much more comfortable, death requires less effort
I've been preparing myself for this decomposition, this does not hurt