It lies down underneath,
In decay it brings to term,
The creature and the leaf,
The worms kingdom is undiscovered,
All dead-fall hides his race,
Once gone down nothing is recovered,
Unless, changed within the place,
All life ends with a great dead-fall,
As the smell and rot affirms,
But, from the decay some shoots grow tall,
Fed by feces from the worms.
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