Stiff the breeze, cold my fire Not even bones left on my pyre Trees, lucky ones with patience Patience enough for time to scatter me To those trees I hope my ashes are enough I’m sorry I wasn’t more More for you to feed and grow So eat me, digest me Return me to dust As all things must Make nothing of me From root to leaf Leaf to flower Flower to seed Now cometh a flying friend Alive, I was no good at flying Worse at falling After either... Hard comes the landing Now a seed, in a home My legs spread, grow In thirty years I’ll be a tree A home for big and small Shelter for birds Lofts for bugs Shade for lovers young You trees, I’ll never forget Caterpillar Cocoon Primordial ooze Free To those trees I love you Gratefully Eternally Thank you
Auf Wiedersehen.
AJ Carney 