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

by Murphy Payne

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