Where I'Ll Die

The hill I would die on is built of compassion. If you look closely, the soil is enriched with empathy. The blades of grass sing sweet songs of forgiveness in gentle wind. The roots are twisted coils of pleases, thank yous, I love your outfits, and warm cups of green tea on cold mornings. There is a tree. It covers the landscape in a cloak of understanding. The boughs made strong by years of love and growth. Every summer their limbs sag with the weight of figs, always ripe with the first words you said to me. The first bite - juices drop down my chin in a stream of "would you rather be a jellyfish or a tiger?"