if you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?
i can’t think of any person, specifically, i’d like to come back as – like what type of person or lifestyle or position … i think there’s so much that is left to chance and circumstance in a person’s life on what happens. when you add in a person’s resilency and tenacity – that’s where the change comes in.
but a thing – hmm. i’ve always said that i’d come back as a tree. i don’t know what sort of power it is that trees have over my soul but it is difficult for me not to be in awe of an incredible tree. it might also be because when my first true love died when i was 9 years old, my grandfather, they read his favorite poem:
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
