Beneath the trees, where sunlight barely reaches, an ancient cycle continues...unseen. Life emerges from decay and death becomes the foundation for creation.
This poem reflects on the quiet forces beneath ones feet, those that existed long before us and will remain long after we are gone...
On the forest floor, they thrive.
An ancient force of growth and decay,
Of life and root,
Death and creation...
Long before us and long after will they remain.
Devouring that which kills us and creating that which forgets us.
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