Use my ashes

as fertilizer for a baby tree

That way in a hundred years

I can give one back

For the thousands 

cut down for me

My loved ones can touch its bark

and feel my soul there

When the leaves rustle in the wind

it will remind them of my laughter

When the branches are bare from winter cold

they will remember me in times of hardship

But each spring they will remember me again

and how gracefully I rose after falling

And in the summer 

when the sun is shining bright upon my leaves

they will remember me smiling

I will live on in that trees branches, leaves, and roots

Hoping no man will come and chop me down.