fallen tree

fallen tree, with dying breath
sacrifice, but sheds no tears
bloodless, steadfast in its death
ends its ties of hundred years

we walk by but hardly see
or taste malaise no man could take
lay no wreath, or plant no seed
for newborn trees by hidden lake


2 Replies to “fallen tree”

  1. A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. I long for the forest’s presence. The trees say much, but they never judged despite their superior baring. Nor do they resent or suffer regret. They give way and mix with the earth that other trees might rise.

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