Nature's Death

A fallen, broken dead tree,
Laying in the forest.
Deep brown, silent grey's,
Black as death.
As life goes on, living surrounds,
This fallen dead tree.
The sunlight gently kisses it,
As if to say sorry.
It's normal, yet un-explainable,
the beauty of their pain.
The dust float's as glitter,
Twinkling in its presense.
I earn to know the story,
behind that broken, dead, tree.