There Is Beauty in the Wreckage

The watering hole. Self Portrait by Dorothea Lucaci. Kallista, Australia

There is beauty in the wreckage. ⁠⠀
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Trees fall, get pruned, cut down. ⁠⠀
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Stacked in piles waiting…. ⁠⠀
for what? ⁠⠀
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There is mystery in their fallen presence. The moss curiously expands, spreading its green across the trunks, seeking ways to catch the light.⁠⠀
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Indulge. Invade. Devour.⁠⠀
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We are fallen trees, so many. ⁠⠀
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Cut, pruned, torn, left in piles. ⁠⠀
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Broken, yet embraced by beauty. Left for future seeds to find, to climb, to be reminded.⁠⠀
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That trees fall. ⁠⠀
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Humans fall. ⁠⠀
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That there is beauty in the wreckage, and life continues to evolve. ⁠⠀
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Though the truth seems ugly the sunlight gleams with love, over the unsightly, over death and dark. ⁠⠀
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The shadows fill with mystery, the wind making them dance, the stories of their downfall are told to seeking eyes;⁠⠀
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When we think ourselves invincible.
Karma comes for us. ⁠⠀
We’re brought down to the ground. ⁠⠀
Reminded we are one.⁠⠀
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Though the wound is painful, and we mourn the loss.⁠⠀
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The world remains beautiful.⁠ The earth and life grow on. ⁠⠀
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@DorotheaLucaci

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