Poems

Oak Tree

When the time has come for me to end

I pray, plant me a tree

An oak, perhaps, with a mighty force

And a voice like the sea

For a tree withstands the test of time                                                                                                                     

Unwavering in age

Its roots reach deep in nourishing earth

A force without a cage

And when the wind stirs the mighty oak

Its arms dance to the tune

But its deep roots hold it fast to life                                                                                                                               

Leaving us not so soon

So when I am gone, let me live on                                                                                                                                          

In an immortal tree                                                                                                                                                                        

I will not mourn the life I have lost                                                                                                                                       

For in this, I am free