Life After Death

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Based on this blog post I believe this may be the last stanza of a longer poem, but I can't find any proof of that on The Googles.

These things I know:
How the living go on living
And how the dead go on living with them
So that in a forest
Even a dead tree casts a shadow
And the leaves fall one by one
And the branches break in the wind
And the bark peels off slowly
And the trunk cracks
And the rain seeps in through the cracks
And the truck falls to the ground
And the moss covers stand in the spring the rabbits find it
And build their nest
Inside the dead tree
So that nothing is wasted in nature
Or in love.

— Laura Gilpin