Rot

You’d like life, lots and lots.
You’re not so keen on rot.
But rot gives you the most

Life—life likes lots of hosts.
Where the tree falls, rot blooms.
At the waste site, rot blooms.

Parks are hard work and nice,
But you pay a high price
In the thread count of lives.

You want lush? Leave what’s dead
Where it died. The wild thrives
On what deaths do for lives.