SENILE
When I grow old
I want to live next to a forest
Listening to the birds sing
Nesting on the highest branches
That’s what I will do, waiting for the fresh winds to come and meet me
When I grow old
I want to be a forester run through the tallest trees
Breathing in the fresh air
Watching the falling leaves
That’s what I will do, sit down and wait for their shade to embrace me
When I grow old
And my grandchildren have come to pay me a visit
I want to take them to the forest
Spend the day counting the countless tree before us
That’s what I will do, create memories
Memories that they will share with their children too
When I grow old
And death has finally met me
I want to be buried at the forest edge
And haunt whoever seeks to cut a branch
That’s all I will do,
Lay waiting for somebody to come and take over from me.
Trust N Ambrose
