Tear me up and lock me down
For I am the sacred heart of the land
My roots bare deep into the soils of forever
It is lush and overgrown here
With willows and birch
And I am alone
Wilting and corroding with some bits of mine waiting for decay
There is essence all over the land
No longer allowing the past to bear its fruit
Only here and now
The now, where I am cold, nourished only by memories of daily passing bys
I still feel the life
The cold suffocation in my lungs as I attempt to fill the space with warmth and nourishment
It is now that I accept my state
My lonely piece of earth that I must cherish and guard safe
With a green haze of moss and flickering water droplets, I return to the night
Sleep, long last.