The Fallen

Fallen Trees

Throughout the forest
I see fallen trees
Old, wrinkled
And full of character

Year after year
They left behind
Their leaves, their bark
And good feelings about life

A resting place
For birds and squirrels
A shelter place
With food for others

They took in the sun
And made shade
They broke in the wind and rain
And gave us the calm

As they lay in state
Still giving
Lending life to those now
They could not while living

And when they died
The forest cried
Birds stopped singing
But their seeds survived.

More and more
Sometimes I think
That I am a tree
Or at least someday
Hope to be

Murphy Payne

Seen on our walk today.Always makes me somewhat sad to see fallen trees seemingly without purpose but this picture shows how, despite its fate ,it still has a place in the great chain of events.I have to say, I find it aesthetically pleasing, thus the Blip, as it lies there covered in mosses, fungi,lichens and grasses, home to many little bugs and insects, maybe even the odd tiny animal, nurturing the soil beneath its frame.
There's life in the old tree yet!(or maybe that should say ON)