The blasted trunk, hit by lightening, stands it’s ground in the middle of a footpath. As a stately thing, the tree rules over young sweet chestnuts. Though dead as a dodo and sloughing away its lignified dead cells bit by by, it provides the ultimate wildlife habitat. A sculpture too, to be coveted for a large garden.
This trunk harbours beetles and hole-nesting birds. Could be good for bats as well. It is stuffed with invertebrates living inside it in the damp rotting wood and under the peeling bark. Not to mention spiders, lichens and all the things that like to munch on them.
It is a dead thing heaving with life.