Here you lay, silenced after years of life. You were once strong, healthy, beautiful...
Well, to some eyes, you still are very beautiful, in your own way.
Who were you before? Were you kind? Brave? Stubborn? Wild?
How did you die? I would hope you passed with little pain...
Here you rest, your bones are all that remain of your life. You gave them as a tribute to nature.
How would you like me to reflect? What do you wish for me to do?
You are honored this day, not as one who has lost their life...
...but as one who has become part of the land itself.
This is beautiful. I always
I always love your writings. <3
Mmm, powerful. And I love the
I heard about that too, it's
This was a little thing I wanted to write for a long time. The photo is mine from Field Camp in Taos, NM. I really liked how the bones were surrounded by the grass, kind of like *don't kill me* Mufasa said, "When we die, our bodies become the grass."
Circle of life, eh?
You write many interesting
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
Circle of life indeed.
I had that exact quote run
This is beautiful, if not