Where Trees Fall

Rich nutrients are locked away in fallen trees.
A treasure awaits release in fallen trees.

I harvest corpses: redwood, sycamore, pine, oak.
I cobble together tables from fallen trees.

Bay windows lined with birch watch the canopy wave.
An artificial forest without fallen trees.

Without coarse woody debris the cycle is halt-
edited out dried leaves, fungus spores, fallen trees.

Where trees fall, new growth, one life brings forth a thousand
a nebula, cradle, crafted from fallen trees.

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