Blades of grass are the first indicator
Some bent, others broken – many crushed
Their depressions, the mouths to many trails
Trails marked with incandescent memories
Notches in the bark, links to past victories
Victories from battles that should never have been fought
Cauterizing paths in a way, only this warrior would recognize
Blades that should stand tall
Bark like a fingerprint, unmolested
- Memories not aglow
But Virgin
(North Wales, PA)