Life is a Forest

Life is a forest.
We are the trees.
Our arms are the branches.
Our fingers are leaves.

Some reach for the sky,
compete and interlock.
I lay on the ground,
with the dirt and the rot.

I'm not sure if I fell here,
or slowly fell down,
or in anyone heard me,
or if I made a sound.

Life is a forest.
We are the trees.