When I was a log

By sarahprowls

Thu, 24 Feb 2022
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When I was a log
 
When I was a log I used to lay on the ground and folk would trip over me. The leaves would nestle around me in the woodland floor. The earwigs would eat my bark. 
I rotted
I became one with mycelium and mycorrhizal abounded. Connected and feeding. Then I became soil. 
The young sapling took me up in through their roots and I became tree once more. With limbs. And branches and families of twigs.
Squirrels sit in me. Birds roost in my boughs.
The seasons pull me hither and yon.
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Submitted by sarahprowls on

This can be read in a silly voice or a dour  voice to completely different effect.  I like slightly emphasymic northern  male voice for comedy effect, and whimsical midland femme for serious. but who am I to judge? You choose.

Submitted by sarahprowls on