Roots spring deep from her up tight form.
That catches Dark Shadows
Stretching along the mossy rift
Echoing her former life.
Stretching throughout the nearby village.
Her arms have held many babies.
Sighing her arms have grown weary.
The Spring brings children
To her side to play.
Grow and blossom.
Into strong roots that add to hers.
Buried four feet deep.
