I would be forever grateful to the woods.
 
let me be a humble fir
let me be a consequential balsam
let me be a great-hearted cypress
 
I would slowly stretch my branches
forever wishing to embrace the forest,
forever green and thirsting for compassion.
 
I would carve rings in my *****
maybe one for each year I’ve survived,
maybe one for each year I’ve lived.
 
I would hope for lovers to inscribe professions in me
then I could pray their passion endures,
then I could know I did my part.
 
let me be a modest cedar
let me be a blushing pine
let me be a pining spruce
 
I would be forever gratetful to the woods.