Maybe

Maybe when we let a part of ourselves go or let it die new beginnings will be formed, maybe better and stronger, maybe its just finding the strength to let go. there must be some reason all these  strange little thoughts or words that pop into my head, maybe there guiding me, maybe when there written down huridly they are meant to be understood later, maybe !

The Fallen Tree

Such beauty in its majesty
This twisted broken tree
Who branches now do rest
Upon the grassy bank
It sleeps a silent sleep
In beautiful repose

But nature sees the plenty
In resting here in peace
For within this fallen tree
New life has now begun
And in the seeming decay
Her soul is fed to feed