In the Next Life, a Tree

So I shall put on my tree hatand my tree shirt and tree pantsand my root bootsand let my gouges show

and walk until I stayand keep for the birds a home

and every so oftenevery soI shall turn a littleto the light to grow

and I shall wrapI wrap up in windso I can listento each inclination

jealous of lightningblind in the snowI shall let my colors decide

the years I will wearall of my rings

and so many arms shall I haveand never need moreto carryto carry the sky