Poem – Becoming Shinlin

When I die, I want to become one with the forests.
And sit in the quiet of ancient trees and merge into the limestone pillars in the Stone Forest of China.
Becoming a monument to time and the weather.
A thing of great beauty and wonder.
A monolith to the power that beauty holds over the imaginations of artists
A protector of specialized creatures that require isolation from the destruction of mankind.

~Suzanne Wagner~