For so long, a fallen tree exudes an overwhelming sense of
helplessness. Roots, brutally wrenched from
the earth, lay bare the very soul of the tree.
Once proud limbs lie broken and twisted, their fingers clawing at the
air above them, life draining away, imploring for help. Vulnerable and naked, the former majestic
presence is exposed to plunder, stripped of all dignity. But then, imperceptibly, delicately, the helplessness
is overcome. For from death comes life,
the shattered remnants nurturing and sustaining a myriad of tiny creatures and
plants, dependent on the transformed remains for growth, for life, for the
future.
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