I am dead and floating on the river.
And my body is blending with flower petals to become a soil.
So I can offer myself to the creatures in the forest.
One day, a seed of a Quercus gilva fell
On my fluffy soil and sprouted.
And I am getting to the baby sprout.
I am 30 years old and growing up in a young tree.
And then 300 years old getting to a bigger one.
So I can offer my dropped acorns to the creatures in the forest.
One day, a white heron nested.
On 1000 years old branch and the eggs hatched
And I am getting to be a baby bird.