Coat my skin in chlorophyll
Soak me in the Sun
Let me dream among the grass
Until the day is done
Resting with the peaceful souls
Of plants too pure to hate
I contemplate the man I’ve been
And what controls my fate
Plants have no need for destiny
They grow, they whither, die
And some have lives that make our own
Seem like the blink of an eye
A Life in Poems 