There is a reality about the woods. Time is motionless but its touch is everywhere. Decay and growth merge together into one cycle. Left to itself without the axe and saw all is equalised. Nothing lasts forever and yet the whole is ageless. 
Tag: vein
On the Forest Floor
A long while since they fell
Stripped of life
The veins through which life flowed
Becoming the food of new life
The cycle turns one more time …..
