Dialogue Die A Log Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

There was no bliss, no parting kiss, when tree from root split, Crack!
no adder lisped an added hiss as after shock waved back.
The sound snap made forever stayed within jade forest glade
that sound 'afraid' spelled out, dismayed as branch, tree, paid
the tribute due lost life owes to all other life around,
when something new must flourish too, time's tocsin rings must ground.
Chainsaw saw chain fall, ne'er again to rise to greet skies blue,
once vibrant trunk as hunk on hunk stacked, suffer sans ado.

Time's tide destroys all equipoise from Peter steals, pays Paul,
whatever ploys the first employs strength peters, keels, then pall.
What once was head enshrouds instead as crown comes tumbling down,
so one once led stands in its stead as emperor or clown.
'Why must life's flask seed Death's dark mask, how come this comes to be? '
'Trees, starting small, rise tall, then fall, fulfilling destiny,
so all that would flows as it should, in wood, surviving vies
to reach the light till each meets night with no hereafter, dies.
variation of Recycling Sounds