Sonnet #25

So, who fertilizes forests? Forests.

The leaves fall, rot - short-lived flowers bloom

make seed and die and creatures live entombed

with all they leave behind. Trees fall to rest.

The death becomes the home for life

Who fertilizes forests? No one

Comes with tractor parts, no one

making rows, pulling weeds, killing  mice

It all becomes the forest with no one's  hand

No one plucks the flowers, no one pulls the weeds

No one bothers raking up the mass of fallen leaves

No one has such a beautiful master plan

Who mows the grass? Who weeds this place?

No one leaves more beauty than another can replace