The dead walk out of the sea...
Surf rips apart the shoreline
Sand castles by day light
Erode back into the sea
Wave after wave
Walks onto the beach
Deposits the dead for us to see
Undertow steals back life
Tides rinse away the horror
Decorations burn in the sand
Cast a line into the depths
For hope life still swims
As the dead walk out of the sea
~ADayDreamWriter
The trunk has initials etched half way around it. Carefully crafted without any effort. Scorn abrasions of fallen branches placed perfectly like steps to the sky. That tree still slowly grows stronger. With age, the memory fades until winter bares that dark secret. What remains of the rope is still tightly woven into the bark. That tree that gives inspiration to the strong minded, is a symbol of what is left unspoken.
~ADayDreamWriter