LIFE Poem: The Hilltop, by Nehizena Osagie

On top of the hill, a lone tree stood still.
Once vibrant green turned into a bleak scene.
Years weathered its bark, it now stands in the dark.
Yet, within the cracks, a story embarked.

Within its branches, life found its way.
Moss embraced its limbs in a verdant display.
Birds nested within its crest.
New life thrives in the tree’s next quest.

Deadwood now nurtures a newfound host,
as fungus slowly gnaws and breaks free at the post.
A sanctuary born from the tree’s demise,
Fostering a safe haven for life of every size.

On top of the hill, a lone tree stood still.
Life found purpose, a new way to provide service.
No longer taking up space, it moves on with grace.
Welcoming the next phase at nature’s own pace.

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