The tree fell with a mighty, jarring, crash -
A rude disturbance creating a silent void;
Until, seconds later, birds sang new songs.
The corpse lies still, as time passes slowly.
And it becomes lesser as insects feed on its carcass;
And it becomes greater as fungi and worms transform it;
And new light falls in its absence where once was darkness;
And new life flourishes within the nourishment of death.
(photography by tiwago)