I long to live all the days of my life.
Death will not be received when
Squeezing the doorknob,
For I am locked away to the trees,
Locked away to the leaves.
They encompass me and to the Earth,
I am a servant.
Pleasantly, I sit at the feet of the
Wisest mountain.
And when I ascend to the clouds,
I will breathe the air of many
Years past, and many years to come.
I am immortal, and so it will seem
For all the days of my life.
The door is unlocked and ajar.
I am embraced by a familiar man.
Death shall now sit in my place,
As I take a step outside of
This abode and onto the stoop,
Into a new world.