Thinking Aloud Poetically

Thinking of death and dying, wondering if reincarnation is truth or myth, finding self going through a myriad of ideas, pictures and decisions of what I might like to come back as. Thinking to come back as a tree, majestic and beautiful, flowing tresses like a willow, living longer than I would as a human being. Maybe with thought processes that would allow me to enjoy the sights passing by or surrounding me through days and nights of life itself. But how would I handle having roots, never being able to move except when breezes blew my branches and leaves, would I miss the freedom and liberty that I now have or will that not even be a memory in another life.