Fallen but peaceful

Peaceful and still, soft with water, eucalyptus logs lay lifelessly on the damp, bark-covered earth, mushrooms sprouting out of the emerald-green moss that’s draped over the log.

The sun filters through the tree tops, illuminating the emerald-green moss that dressed the fallen tree trunk.

I can smell the fresh dew that’s stored in the moss, my nose tingles from the smell, reminding me of the smell of the pages of a fresh, new book.

The aqua-blue river trickles down the stream, the sun reflects off the ripples to make it look like it's covered in solid silver.

I take a deep long breath and the smell of the pale green eucalyptus comforts me as I stand in the middle of the breathtaking scenery.

I start to wonder if their branches can reach for the glistening stars that are scattered across the vast night sky.

I ask, quietly, “How high do your branches reach?”

The trees all answer, “As far as the sky…”

I brush my hand along the slippery and slimy fallen tree trunk, as the taller one still stands its watch.

Peaceful and still, soft with water, eucalyptus log lays lifelessly on the damp, bark-covered earth, mushrooms sprouting out of the emerald-green moss that’s draped over the log.