Rebirth
I am the lone tree, falling in the woods... does anyone hear me? Is anyone there?The animals that found refuge in my branches, are lost and confused.The birds that sing high in my lofts are now silent. The nests are destroyed, the winter stores are scattered.Dying a slow death, as my leaves no longer can reach toward the sun, my roots strain for liquid nourishment.Lichen and Moss change my appearance, as death brings decay, yet a new beauty.I am alone, destroyed, used, lost... and more beautiful than ever. -Brandy Leigh Lane