Sewed in and Growing...

Should I ever pass away and till into the earth I should like to arise again as an evergreen of some sort. No, more specifically perhaps a fir.

I would like to be of the utmost size, medium yet stout and I would like to be shaded by the branches of another non evergreen in the summer months.

Symmetry is of no importance. A fur of perfect shape and branch length would no doubt fall to the devises of the ignorant family, motivated to cut me at my base and mount me in a small bowl of water until I dry and droop and become nothing but a safety hazard with lights and tinsel in full array.

I should like a nest or two in the innermost portions of my arms. I would watch as eggs hatch and cheeps cheep. I would name them quietly and never reveal my fatigue as I shelter them intently during the winds.

By selection of choice I would prefer a ridge line with the west to my right. I would flutter in the sun’s rays against my right-hand trunk and cool with the shade of my own needles to my east.

The most of me would siphon to the highest tips and I would sway in the winds of the dusk forever.