i have been to a few places now that have so many scarred, yet beautiful trees lining the trails. i always pause in wonder at how this may have occurred. some of these trees are over a hundred years old - bearing witness to years of living and they stand in silence, frozen in time while we walk by. one place in particular had so many that looked like they held the darkest secrets in their roots and i have learned to love these expressive trees the most.
years later I travel by, sensing the pain that lingers in your essence, haunted whispers through the trees become a masterpiece of darkness in the light. beneath my feet I feel the very moment you were lost suspended in time, your shadows left in its path, I see the terror plain as day and wonder now, what it was that made you so afraid?
