Echoes of the Drowned Forest

Once, I stood tall, reaching for the sky,

My limbs embraced the golden light,

Whispering secrets to the wind,

A guardian of time, strong and bright.

But storms came, ruthless and wild,

Ripping leaves, breaking my soul,

The waters rose, swallowing dreams,

Turning life into echoes cold.

Now I linger in a silent grave,

A relic of what used to be,

Bones of wood, roots grasping ghosts,

Drowning in forgotten memory.

Reflections ripple in the still,

Mirroring loss in shades of grey,

A monument of what remains,

Yet life, like water, fades away.

Still, I reach with fractured hands,

Aching toward a distant sun,

For even ruins whisper hope—

Even in death, I am not undone.

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📸 @kennethpollin

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