Skull

The skull lies desolate in the lake 

surrounded by the rocks and mountains,

lies there alone without other boney remnants.

Each day should cause more decay 

as wind and rain weather it,

waste it away, 

fade it 

into the landscape

until it disappears.

But not this skull.

This skull is resilient.

It thrives.

It’s surrounded now

by flowers

growing

as it grows

in the midst of them.

It seems eternal now 

and still growing

still and 

growing

still.

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