Due to a heavy freak thunderstorms years back, some trees were uprooted as in the case of this big fallen tree lying down like a fallen soldier in battle.
The fallen tree lies still
Amongst the hush of autumn morn,
And dwells within a weeded tomb
Upon an amber bed,
The silence stirred from slumber
Crunching leaves beneath my feet,
When once they flickered in the breeze
They now lay cold and dead.
The fallen tree lies still
Amongst the nettles that remain,
And wrapped within an ivy shawl
That's dampened by the dew,
It winds around its brittle trunk
And grips its winkled bark,
Its leaves are shining in the sun
That's slowly breaking through.
The fallen tree lies still
Amongst the mass of broken twigs,
As beams descend through branches bare
In sadness it does dwell,
To light the wilting bracken
On the long and winding path,
That gently waves as I do pass
And bids a last farewell.