Crush of leaves under foot and on my back
soft mound of brown
where a tree once lay warm,
woody scent of decay of life and death entwined
all along the mound of tree that was life
all along the mound of tree that was life
is emerging from the crumbly mulch
a man-fern sprouts delicate fungi in clusters grow
and moss drapes elegantly over all
from the earth the tree was born
from the earth the tree was born
grew magnificent, reaching to the sun
birds sang in its branches
possums clambered its trunk
devils growled and chased around it
wallabies nibbled and contemplated while womats ignored all and dug
and tree fulfilled its life
and tree fulfilled its life
returned to earth
to live again
