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My days are numbered
I am an X of a tree
in my final hours, I
contemplate my destiny
If, I must go
may, I become a cradle or crib
a place for a new born to sleep
and dream within my limbs
If, I must go
may, I become a flute or wind-chime
allowing my voice to still be heard
blowing in the breeze
If, I must go
may, I become a flowery birdhouse
a place for nesting in the spring
allowing me to hear sparrow songs
If, I must go
may, I become a canoe or paddle
traveling lakes and rivers enjoying
the beauty of nature
If, I must go
may, I become a paperback novel
or a book of poetry filled with words
from the heart, dedicated to the tongues
of falling trees
If, I must go
may, you be reminded, that without
trees, life cannot survive, my dying wish
is for you to plant a seed in remembrance
of me.
linking with earthweal
hosted by Sherry - The Tongues of Falling Trees
author's note: The sign of the X on a tree signifies
the tree will be cut down around here. So many
have their days numbered or no longer stand tall.
When will we learn to take only what is truly needed
and leave the rest to grow creating balance?
