The Tree of Afterlife


The wind whispers to the overgrown grasses
They reach their fingers up to the sky,
Longing to be able to fly.
Beneath the grass, below the top level of soil
A gritty truth lies dormant.
Below a willow tree, far from most reality,
The roots are entwined through dark soil and bone.
A life stolen now feeds the tree that was planted so long ago.
Long ago blood pumped through spidery veins.
Now that blood and flesh and muscle runs through the tree's
branches and leaves.
No one knows the bones are there,
Stretching through the tree, rising up into the air.
One life unjustly traded for another
Braving the weather and overcoming time.
Twisting through the wood, the dirt, the grime.
A life once stolen now feeds the tree that once was a sapling,
like you and me.

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