Part Of The Wild (Poetry)

What in this cruel world would I much rather be?
reborn without pain as a weather-loved tree —
an oak with strong roots and a generous girth
deemed sacred — an ancient pure spirit of earth

I’d rather warm wood than this chilly pale flesh
choose the fresh-smelling green of a new season’s dress
and know that my heart has at last found its place
in a forest where nature finds ultimate grace

Be at home to the masses — the birds and the bees
and a friend to all genuine lovers of trees
the frail human I was transformed — reconciled
to a true simple life spent as part of the wild