Friend

I made a friend amongst the trees.
In the needles and the leaves,
In the earth that hides the roots
I found a friend.

I was sitting by the campfire,
singing songs about my youth,
when I stopped to ask the sky
how I would die.

I looked up to see the stars,
shining down so bright.
That’s when the earth…
she talked to me.

She said in your final days,
when you’re looking for that place,
to lay your body down.
You can walk into the wilderness…

find a giant redwood tree
and sit down in the shade.
Listen to the wind
it’s rustling… it’s rustling.
Listen to the water…
Trickle in… it’s trickling.

And when it’s time for you to pass
you can lay your weary bones
on a pillow made of grass.
I will be the first to cry for you.

I will welcome in your body,
welcome in your bones,
and the memories you’ve made.
I will help your soul into the sky.

So when I am feeling weary
I’ll go to see my friend.
Walk right into the woods
to find some shade.

When my final moment comes
I’ll lay myself into the grass,
knowing that the earth will
take my body in.

underneath a redwood tree,
laying in the shade,
I’ll listen to the wind
it’s rustling… it’s rustling.
I’ll listen the water
trickle in… it’s trickling

— leest1 —

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About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR · http://facebook.com/sonstone
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