One Day

One day,

I'll have a home,

And a marriage,

And tiny delights.

With each bundle,

I'll plant a tree.

With life, comes life.

I'll grow weary

And they'll grow taller,

But the trees...

They'll simply grow.

One day,

I'll meet the Maker.

I'll leave my seeds though,

Of wisdom and in nature.

I'll move on,

But the cycle of life...

It will go on

And keep going on.

I only hope

That my flesh, my blood,

Will fight for those trees,

Fight for their mother's work,

And their father's,

And their Father's.

One day,

Seven billion will blink.

I only pray that those trees remain

When they look back.