The seventh day on the shore,
A troubled mother and her child
Relax on the beach.

With the troubled mother deep in mind
And her child mindlessly seated aside
Intense thoughts rumble and run between them.

Child digs a shallow grave and
At the bottom, scribbles into the sand "Love".
Without thought, the troubled mother tosses
A glance at her child's art and says, "Looks good".

Child then fills shallow grave with dampened brown grains and buries what lies dormant below. At second glance, the troubled mother can no longer find the child's love.

"Where's the love?", she asks.

Then

Her body suddenly goes cold
And her darkest fears come to light when
She hears the child's response:

"The love is dead."