When I’m Gone

Think of me as a soul dissolved
gently, deeply into the earth

abandoned by its leaves
a tree with no need for a trunk
a tree with no branches to hold.

I’m not disappearing
But rooting deep, out of sight

Once I’m invisible
I will live forever.

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