Finding a Carpenter

Will I be planted as a seed
to stir beside the roots around me?
Hear the tunneling of worms
busy in their burrows?
Will I hear the thoughts
of earth writing poetry?
Discussing with the sky
what it says to faraway stars.
Will I remember the seasons
and what they taught me?
The prophesy of love.
To see mountains
and feel mountains in me.
To be embraced by the sea.
Breathe air,
breathed by every living thing
so I am one in the same.
To be a tree sometime
and be sawed into a chair
for a place to rest,
with the smell of life
inside its grain.