Rooted in dank soil,
Dark and earthy;
Dormant.
Light filters through
From the breaking loam,
Sprout vibrant life,
Green and brown
More appear among the moss
Some fall away,
Some reach for the sun,
And some,
Some intertwine
Beautifully forming
Everlasting impressions
The touch,
Crawling up one another
For support,
And life.
Growing together,
As well as apart
Branches bend and weep,
Lift and sway.
Calling for the light,
New days count up to years.
Decay begins with age.
Creeping moss
Once bracing for youth
Sees the test of time.
Rises with the trunk
Breaking down the walls.
Bonding.
Sluggishly eating to the top.
Top to tumble and crumble,
Rumble and shake
Leaving behind
Remains of what was
And memory
Of what could be
Love.