In this present life why can’t I be immortal in mind, body and spirit? Why is it pundits claim that I have to depart this world to accomplish my dream.

Poerty.

Not everything about death is ugly or sad.

A haiku.

Love is not always enough to change relationships for the better.

Growing as humans through this life of happiness and pain.

It would be seemingly odd to write about the death of a tree.

Languish…

An expression of myself.

I am the rock, slowly withering away.