death (or lack thereof)

the trees in the forest were not planted intentionally. a carefully coordinated ellipse of pollination and seeds spreading, all of the elements colliding just right caused those trees to grow. yet, through all of the odds that bet against those trees, here they are. here i am, sitting under the cool shade they provide. here i am, breathing in the air they have purified. here i am, momentarily forgetting the fact i almost died. the trees will fall one day, rot back into the earth in a most glorious presentation of decomposition. it’s bound to happen, written in the laws of nature before it even grew. it’s not afraid of dying. i’m not afraid of dying, either. i’m afraid of everything that leads up to it.