The Ghost Fruit Trees, Toward the End

[Thoughtjotter]

As a beginner, I find myself reading a poem several times looking to understand the story and subject involved. With this I have envisioned Groves of giant walnut trees to the last dinosaur trying to hatch the last egg. I don't know if this is a weakness or a blessing of my own.
You have painted a fantastic setting for my imagination, I would love to save this poem for future enjoyment.

As for feedback, I would ask: why is the break in the first stanza in mid sentence?... " Once ten-thousand spawning behemoths trenched the river soil."