How long has this decaying giant laid here so silent in this thick forest dark and deep I wonder if anyone did hear it fall when it's aged death it did meet
Yet by it's death many will benefit and life will shelter in it's rotten limbs from grubs to small rodents do dwell in safety and comfort within
So from it's mighty death life does now spring see the fungus that proliferates it's skin
This tree that died so long ago maybe in rain and high winds or in wicked ice and heavy snow the dead giant is a wonder that's all I know