Like a town in continual decay
So is the forest
Death and Time its guardians never rest
Enforcers, judges and executioners,
Ever vigilant, ever righteous
Death and Decay always present, forever invisible!
Still one can track them, the signs are visible:
Like serpents, dead branches litter the ground.
Curling bark drapes over lower bushes
Falling in long twisted ribbons.
The arches from the spent wattles
Redefine the undergrowth
As a derelict camping site.
Some dead trees still stand up
Pared down to their inner chore
By armies of sucking borers
Living behind them only empty shells.
Others lay flat on the ground helpless
Slowly decaying into dust,
Death is the first to attend
Followed by its twin companion,
Time is no object here in the forest
There is always plenty of it.
Then there are the trees cut down by
Men driven by their insatiable greed
Destroying the peace with screeching chainsaws
Hacking relentlessly seedlings
Or giants that have stood there for centuries
They don't care, some trees once down
Are even left to waste!
Time and death the eternal gatekeepers
Hover in the limbo between realms of realities.
On the edge of perpetual collapse the forest resists
Somehow finds energy for regrowth
Swears to never give up, and fights back.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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