and send water,
trickling and flowing and trickling again
like gentle hands
preparing holy food,
to methodically caress and guide the memories
and flesh
of this once strong protector
to their resting place
in the soft earth.
and the yellow and orange summer flowers will be back to this place, singing.
their colors so vivid, their roots in these memories
and the proud fern from this place will arch it's fronds tall overhead.
and the trees close to here
and the one small juniper
and the clouds like old stories
and the dark blue sky
and the warm morning sun
and the concert of beautiful silence
wink and smile gently each to the other
in the memory of something good.
