Have I seen this tree before?

Or have I circled back?

I wish I’d thought to mark the spot

To keep myself on track

I saw a bird

That looked like moss

Grayish mossy green

Hopping on a lichen stone

The pattern stayed with me

What can I leave

And save myself

Thus still remain intact?

To make me shine in memory

To polish up my lacks

What way to guarantee that I

Can be assured that you

Will love me when I reappear

With nothing left to prove?