One Life

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It's one little life

for you to lead.

If you will, indeed.

Not his or theirs or

a tree's, just this one

where I walk, this one.

If you please, touch air

or ground or water

or me, and know you.

Under all the roles

you play, I stand by,

watch, and stay alive.

Curled up in each you

I wait and I pray

you will stop, rest, stay.

Like this, just like now,

walking my ever

green-needled color.

Turning brown before

falling to cushion

your sound, your passion.

For the green, orange

and brown pine forests

provide, heart in my breast.

Loud in its loving

of this time with me

I love patiently.

For you join me here

where without strife

I live one sound life.

Lean on a pine branch

smelling crisp and free

remembering me.

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