what remains

WHAT REMAINS

Knarled and twisted
Secrets Hidden
Deep within where
Memories of Grandeur,
Of flowers, fruit and giving,
Home and shelter to the living.
Grew proud and tall
With arms outstretched,
Patiently waiting for rain
And sun to grow
Sticky skin and strong roots,
All have fallen now.
Ribs and roots worn smooth
By desert sun, wind and rain
Until this beauty is what remains.

Gail E. Steuart