~kb31990

As we grow in this field of dirt and sand
We stretch our arms to the sky
Our leaves lick the sunlight
We breathe deeply the air around us
We watch you grow, we watch you wither, and we watch you die, we see you bury the shells of your loved ones beneath our feet, and we know, that you mourn at the loss.

We too, cry at your loss, for we have seen you grow and we could only wish that we could tell you, that they are safe, in the arms of a greater God.

But we are silent, and can only show you God through how He has crafted us, we show you that all, grows strong, then turns and dies. But with in the death comes new life, a new beginning, an even stronger one than before.

So please, watch how God has crafted and created us, and see that He understands, do not think you are alone, for we, the trees know the road that you tread.