I was thinking about how it would be to just be a tree:
I would be stretch out deep under thee.
I would move up to the sunlight, and grow high in all weathered skies, or at least I'd will so- developing more branches of all shapes and size.
Maybe the young souls climb me, or I'm nested upon by warm creatures that come and go, or maybe I'll just slowly decay, make my purpose- then evolve and let go. The point is in everything infinity was found. I like to imagine me in all things that keep atom weight of mass abound.