The forest has need of fallen trees.
The moss that coats the tunnels has purpose; it’s patches offer retention as rains recede.
Everywhere there is death, new life springs.
When feeling scarce and defenseless, head to the forest—
find abundance in branch and stalk and leaf.
And so shall there be endless drink to fight the fires that threaten our tranquility.
For whatever we are feeling, the forest has need.





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