So lovely
them bones.
lying there,
so silently.
tales to tell
that will never be
told.
lies that were
buried with them.
secrets
only they
knew.
covered
with time.
silent day,
silent nights.
the moon above
shining down
with a breeze so
warm
with leaves falling
so gently
landing
happily
peacefully
every
season.
predictably,
these things
will never
change.
