Forest Meets Sea

Twisted roots of untold stories,

entwined amongst sand and stone. 

Arms outstretched in an ever-growing embrace.

Comrades dressed in disguises of stoic trunks and peeling brown bark. 

The expansive turquoise sea reflects a sea of emerald leaves,

A majestic treasure that is neither gold nor silver.

And yet,

We ravage, destroy, murder

Privileged in our naivety and driven by selfishness

Long-lost stories are now marked with graves of sawdust, tinted with despair 

Once gone, always gone.