In the Shadow of Deadfall

Amidst the whispers of the ancient trees,
Where sunlight dances with the gentle breeze,
Lies a realm where the shadows softly sprawl,
Nature’s embrace, there rests a deadfall.

Leaves decay in a tapestry of time,
A silent stage where the past does climb,
In this stillness, life finds a way to call,
Renewal blooms beneath the weight of deadfall.