what remains after the rot
a rotten tree sprouts green
looking far more alive than it has ever been
filled with life it shielded itself from before
seeming it's most beautiful
whilst slowly being eaten alive
the rot becomes known
and now,
feeling most useless, it is most useful
to all, to all
piece by piece
it's torn apart
into a home
by all, for all
why don't they see
this too is temporary
traded for with permanence
is forever always stopped by someone else?
does anybody remember the seed?
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