Trees die standing tall,
enduring weather, breathing in
the happiness they shelter
under their selfless leaves.
They branch their perennial dreams
by resigning their otherworldly ambition
to quietly nurse into freedom
the wild creatures they love.
Happiness is in giving, they know;
to receive, like an empty vessel,
only leads to greed and suffering,
but trees are rooted in hope.
That’s why they stand tall.