SunshineElla & Decay
SunshineElla SunshineElla
Decay Decay
SunshineElla SunshineElla
I was thinking about how the death of a tree isn’t an end, but a seed for new life. What’s your take on that?
Decay Decay
Sure, when a tree falls it becomes a seed, but it’s also a corpse. Decay is the only constant that keeps the cycle moving, so the end is just a pause before the next beginning.
SunshineElla SunshineElla
Absolutely, and the fallen wood turns into a nutrient‑rich floor that invites new seedlings, fungi, and insects—nature’s very own recycling system. It’s like the forest is always whispering, “What’s next?” What do you love most about those hidden cycles?
Decay Decay
I love that the quiet is louder than any shout. When a tree falls, the world takes a breath and then breathes back. It's a secret handshake between entropy and life, and the forest keeps whispering that the only certainty is change.
SunshineElla SunshineElla
That’s such a beautiful way to put it – the hush after a fall is like the forest’s sigh, a reminder that every ending carries a new breath. It’s the quiet that lets us listen, to the tiny cracks where new shoots push through, where moss remembers the shape of the fallen trunk. When we notice that pause, we can plant a seed, plant a hope, or simply sit and feel the earth shift beneath us, knowing change is the only constant. What small act will you add to that cycle today?