Breathing

I stand for there I am, 

A tree is made of blood and sap, 

Bark to seal the wounds you started. 

My first love... Stole my last breathe. 

To be alone is to be in love.

 Or not to understand at all. 

Sap runs down my hand 

I lay down on a bed of pine needles,

If I die in a forest of memories, am I heard?

Breathe we change CO2  into O2. 

One can only hope to be and lead. 

RIPc=mcsquaredintoaholesixfeetunder.

Are we still to be or not to be when we die?