What would you wish to be, my friend?

A bird, a dove, a tree, my end.

Too high to fly, the wind below.

I wash my hopes, what tragic blows.

As I fall, I pass you by.

My friend, my hope, alas, goodbye.

I will not cling on my descent. 

The sun, so high, may boil my breast.

I wish the storm will pass me by. 

My friend, how would I say goodbye?

What should I leave on the shoreline?

A bird, a dove, a tree, my life?

Whatever would you wish, my friend.

Whatever would you carry dear?

[to be completely honest, im just using this prompt as an excuse to post this]