If people will ask me
if I had any regrets
of being a tree, I’d say, no
from where I’m rooted
I’ve seen people grow
and die
and bloom again, new seeds
take form, singing
hymns with their heads raised to the sky
arms reaching out
to fill this place
with breaths, small and quiet
an eternal summer
being kissed by the Creator
through the blue-hued sky
and I was alive, in all of this
I was alive
and that was all I needed.