SILENT COLLAPSE

There is an ancient battle
still alive
here.

The trees themselves
have begun a fight.

Uprooting
from the dense soil.
Exposing
their very inner workings.

They lean and sway
until they fall,
taking with them
others
ensnared
by acute branches.

With a loud clap
they collapse
in rows.
Each descending further
and further.
The weight more
with each groan.

Until
at last
many years later,
they finally crack
and waste
on the forest floor.
Just as another began
its fight
only days before.

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