Now That I Care Poem by James McLain

You are now
more than that and
now that you are I can care
Even though
the trees I once planted
have gone
the same way as all of the trees
planted by me
once before.

And now that I must
as all of the rest covered by moss
breathing air
when I am dead and over me hangs
branches that rise up
over here.

A face
that knew pain
A face that was kind
shining
before up until.

And
raining down
from high up above
is that sun
I knew once before.