The Forest

The trees know my secret.
I watch as they wave,
the gesture the only proof
that they know.

The birds sing,
and I know their song-
it's meant for me
as I walk to meet my fate.

Watch me go
into that great unknown.
Only the trees and the birds
to witness my fall.

Hold tight to my memory,
like a soldier to a folded flag.
Hold tight to what made me me-
a spotlight to my soul.

And when I go,
the trees and birds quiet once more,
don't put me in the ground,
let me soar.