So slow the morning wakes...

stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky

it's voice found in birdsong and in bark
in babbling brook and breeze

it's beauty seen in every scene and scenic view

life arising from death
as fallen tree breaks down and finds itself
once more a part of the forest

home to insect and grub

fertiliser to his fellow woodland giants

as once more morning breaks
with stretching ancient limbs

to once more touch the sky.