Walking Trees
To see people as walking trees
is to see more clearly than most.
Oh, to be aware that my flesh
is but soil fleetingly transformed,
and that my blood is water borrowed
from the rivers and the seas.
Oh, that I may be as faithful as a tree,
as holy as a rock,
as selfless as a flower.
I gladly return the life
you have given me, Mother Earth …
that life may carry on,
that others may live,
that we may be reunited.
And when all memory of me has passed away,
still I will know,
still I will know,
that I always was,
and I always will be,
a part of God.