I was walking along a path today
Densely wooded and dark
Vines everywhere wrapped around branches like a shroud of death choking them slowly.
The suns rays pierced the trees, like the fingers of God stroking his creation.
The path came to an abrupt end
The body of an ancient tree lay strewn across it.
Moss and dirt covered her like a sheet covering the murder of Mother Nature
The murder of a soul
I stood and wept over this loss of life
I joined the chorus of tears from the trees around me
Crying for a friend now gone.
Cry no more my friends for life will come from death
That is your mother’s way.
So I sit in silence and marvel at the beauty of