Oh, does my heart ache to see you lying there  

     cradled in lush carpet of field grass 

          which softened your fall.

 Was it a torrent of rain

          or the blustery wind 

that cracked you from your anchorage

          to a magnificence of

intertwined limb and leaf, 

          sap and bark and root?

No matter ~ the reeds are watchful now

     as frog remarks on end of day ~

          fog returned to its source

setting sun glistening on resilient leaf blade.

 Oh, how rich the quiet that is not still 

            as the chill air enfolds you

            back to the soil which gave you life

~ nourished again.