tumbled dry, and withered into crumpled cards. we once stood, unshaken. our stern roots, intertwined beneath feasible soil. there were of course, areas where the earth had made visible the removal of debris. detriment, welled it’s form into a swollen state of despair. yet, despite this brewing inner turmoil; it chose to silence it’s pain through weariness. her roots, laced into ground; deeper with each trudge, every wedge; a foreign foot, object – implored.