I wish to exist in the soft sunlight
that hangs low between fall stricken trees.
To shutter with the yellow leaves
as a gentle wind rolls through the woods.
Let me lay my body on the forest floor
and my flesh dissolve into the earth
as worms feed on what goodness I have left.
I want to be still and silent through the winter,
brimming with life
as the snow starts to melt.
I shall break through the surface
to breathe once again
and soak in the spring showers.