i spent the last year of my after life as a tree.
this year i.m a berry. when i had flowers
i enjoyed bees and pollen . but i fear being
a flower. when you have flowers as opposed to being a flower
. bees are different.
when i was a tree i tried to sell my leaves
as sticky notes without the glue but all the green
. and i would have used the money to buy the
land that i was growing on.