Down it went...
tumb'ling, scramb'ling, humbled-
The timber crashed and flew
with wind, gusts, sparks!
But it will never be as it was, Young One.
You do know this, surely.
The smaller of the two adjusted his collar
Sniffed, huffed, gazed downward
At the heap of rememb'rances
It is so, then.
The two trotted northward,
pressing into memories yet unhad.
I will never turn back.