I gathered the parts of the sapling. I also took time to walk around the area and see what else was growing, acknowledging the death of the tree. I had been watching the original leaves from the canopy for the last two years decompose, and now they were all gone, absorbed back to the earth. And I noticed that there were small saplings sprouting up where the canopy of the ancient tree had fallen, it was in full flower when it fell. I realised that these juveniles were the descendants of the ancient mother tree.
And so the wood from the sapling is now drying and I will make something from it, combine it with the original wood, the contrast of the new and the old. I’ve watched the big fat borer grubs come and go from the small trunk, it only got to be 7cm in diameter, and it was 6 metres tall, the outer bark has dried and cracked. It looks so different to its mother, I wonder if the other juveniles will get the opportunity to grow to be ancient.