A cup of tea

In the Ground

Under a tree I start to dig.

As my shovel strikes the soil, the ground is destroyed to create a hole.

Roots obstruct the path my shovel creates, but I feel I have dug far enough.

I lift your limp, lifeless body and place you carefully on the the roots that stopped you from descending any further than you deserved.

You look so graceful.

Though your spirit may have left this world your beauty stays, even if it is six feet underground.

Tears fall down from my face as I fill the place you now reside in.

I walk away with only a shovel in my right hand, and a pine cone in my left.

That way a part of these woods is with me forever as you are now a part of these woods forever.