Forgotten

There is a grave yard here

Long forgotten existence

Long dead trees reaching into the sky

Leafless skeletons bleached in the sand and sun

The sand is red

Old blood

What ever happened here

The remaining woods still reach for the sky

I can see in their silhouette

Their reaching grasp for nourishment
I can see in their dance

Harmony and balance

As I squint through the slits in my head

I can see the skeletons
Covered in hungry green leaves

I can hear the leaves rustle in the wind

I can hear a gentle brook

And I love that there was such life here

Once