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