Death in the Open Grasslands

death comes as a shock
startling and sudden
my morose curiosity
laments
for a lifeless form

The Girringun grasslands were lush and thick with sunshine and freshly rained greenery. I was enjoying an early morning walk far from the main road and any other human person when I happened upon a dead tree that had been (seemingly) shattered by lighting. The shock of a once strong and powerful tree, shredded and exposed like that, it stopped me. For the longest time.