There are trees down in the forest.
Some fell, but mostly as a result of storm damage.
A natural end to life in a vertical posture.
Prematurely, not due to any weakness in my limbs,
I am fallen to die,
And then, after a time,
Resurrection, just as Christ died on a tree and was resurrected after being placed in a cave on the ground,
I, laying here on the forest floor,
Will become a nurse log for others to grow from.
The cycle continues.
I m fallen, but others will rise
With my help.
My life comes the life of others,
Standing in the sun.
– small town boy