I Want To Be A Recycler

When human life ends for me
I want to return as a tree.

My soul wants to be the essence
of something that gives life to life,
near and far from where it is fixed.

The length of my giving
will be fixed by when I am cut down;
that is what humans do to trees,
as sure as humans are death to life.

When that fate befalls me and my soul departs again
I would like it that what I have grown into
may be the material for many human coffins.

My remains will house the husks of many departed souls,
like my soul by then will also have been is displaced,
only part of my work done,
.