Understory

Deep in the cool understory of a primeval wood we wander where too little light can penetrate to support more than fairy gardens of fine emerald mosses and forest fungi Until we come upon a sun-filled break perhaps a half-acre where once stood a majestic member of the tree-lords of the biome, this one now long gone. But there is no loss to mourn here for One who isn’t really gone, just gone on. Here the fresh air and full radiance have called out new growth Adolescent descendants of the mighty One Humble in their youth and filled With all the organic promise Of the One who gave herself, every recycled cell, for their future This is the joyful legacy of a good life well given, like every deep friend who passes through the glade of our lives and feeds our future.