Sorry for bad spelling an for no tittle

I'm slumped over leaning on a dying tree

The leaves that the tree had shed are now soaked in my blood as I too am dying just like the tree

As I sit here marinating in my own sweat and blood I can't help but think how lucky I'd be if the scavengers found me first

If the leaves damp with my blood draw them near to devour my rotting flesh and tear through my decomposing organs

So the vultures may rip out my muscles as the maggots and earth worms dine on my putrifying excuse of a body

By then my sweat and blood will have long already saturated the fallen leaves and decayed along with them hopefully creating some nutrients for the dying tree my half eaten body rests upon

I hope that by the time I'm nothing but dry bones an animal of some sort finds shelter in my empty hollow shell

Maybe it'll hide in my scull or rib cage for protection from predators

But either way at least my lifeless skeleton will have been more useful than it ever was while being alive