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.