Thinking Aloud Poetically Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking of death and dying, wondering if reincarnation is
truth or myth, finding self going through a myriad of ideas,
pictures and decisions of what I might like to come back as.

Thinking to come back as a tree, majestic and beautiful,
flowing tresses like a willow, living longer than I would as
a human being.

Maybe with thought processes that would allow me to enjoy the
sights passing by or surrounding me through days and nights
of life itself.

But how would I handle having roots, never being able to move
except when breezes blew my branches and leaves, would I miss
the freedom and liberty that I now have or will that not even
be a memory in another life.