It lay across my path where it had fallen
Once alive, it now decayed upon the floor
Like some leviathan whose life nature had stolen
It passed its nutrients to those who need it more
Though it was died it was alive to its inhabitants
And fed them for as long as it decayed
I sat and marvelled at its small cohabitants
And I thought it was a blessing the tree had made
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