I would make a bed
upon this pine-strewn forest floor
breathe in the musk of damp earth
and soft, decomposing leaves;
the green canopy above,
my adorned roof,
its birdsong filling my days,
while crickets and frogs sing me
through the nights.
Let snowing petals perfume the dew,
and seedlings entwine about my limbs
let the rain wash away my cares
let it revive me.