The Wattle Corpse

The leaves rustle in the wind, whispering secrets to those who bother to listen.
They tell of a clearing, deep within the forest's heart, where the warm sunlight shines and the dust particles dance like little grey ballerinas in their spotlight of gold.
There lies a serene corpse, flesh all but amanitas and chantrelle.
The life of a young one, drained away by Mother Nature.
Yet from her chest, where a heart must have once lain, sprouts a young wattle, leaves listening to the secrets of those that visit her.
Someday, they will whisper those secrets to others, and reveal what a wonderful life she must have had.
How happy she must have been to perish whilst surrounded by such life.