Fallen tree, let us learn from thee
Fallen tree rotting on the groundWhat a fierce wind did blowWe all share in the sacred woundWhile here on earth
Fallen tree rotting on the groundWhat a fierce wind did blowWe all share in the sacred woundWhile here on earth
Throughout the long winter, I shovel you with my leathery, spotted hands from the floor of the woodstove. In a
November winds have undressed the hardwoods for the coming winter rest, leaving bare their histories for all to see. The