The Mystery of the Fallen Tree

Across the path
A fallen tree
Or is it a branch

Looking up around
Stride to a halt
Where from I ask

No visible stump
No visible wound
No recent storm
No known reason

And if you listen
You can hear the breath
Of the forest, still
Living through death


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