Let them lie where they fell
when the gales ripped them
from their ancient birth;
fractured roots exposed,
like nerve endings.
Let them lie where they fell
a rest for a weary walker and
a scramble and leap for a
frisky tongue lolling dog;
a seat for lovers.
Let them lie where they fell
supporting breathing life of
burrowing beetles, centipedes
and beavering woodlice; a hollow
for a foraging fox.
Let them lie where they fell
majestic monoliths between
between two worlds; of mycelium
and fruiting fungi, wind borne
spores re-colonising.
a testament
to growing youth.