Standing a still artifact.
A victim to the matter of fact.
These abandoned memories,
Overgrown trees reclaim the decay.
Tending to open wounds,
Shielding from further mourning.
History embedded walls,
Secret shrouded shrubbery.
Wind whispers quiet stories.
Within this still artifact.
Victims to the matter of fact.
Go outside, and find something cool. It’s worth it.