Here this driftwood lies on the sandy shores, remembering when children used to play on and run across me without cares or concerns of the world.
Occasionally lovers lay up against me, I could see the passion in their eyes and remember when, for when I was a great and mighty tree back then.
I was the greatest and tallest amongst others.
I had flailing branches to protect the ones close to me from the unprejudiced consequences of nature.
My strongest feature was my roots, my roots ran deep, they gave me security and stability that no matter how hard nature pushed me I would never fall.
I could indeed stand tall and proud with these roots.
One day my roots weak and died.
Without that support system I could no longer stand, I fell but not a sound was heard throughout the forest.
No longer with that bond I died.
I lay there for years as now the land around me has slowly receded away.
Water came in on me and carried me away into the Great ocean making me feel like a little branch amongst the mighty trees.
One day I floated to the shore, I felt lost and lonely , for what happened to the only love I have ever known, the forest.
I lay on the shore and gave in to nature.
I lost my tree bark and hollowed out, for now I am just a piece of driftwood.
Now all that I can do, is wait for those children or romantics to come along and remember way back then when I was a tree and you were my roots.
