I found a carving in the wood, a pedestal where something stood. A statue must have been right here, its placement had been very clear. But now this pedestal was bare and statue which was carved with care was now cast off and on the ground under leaves and grass around its form so it was barely seen. I stooped down now and tried to clean debris away so I could see what had been and what will be. Dead leaves, wild grass, pulled and plucked brushed away so I now looked at stone now in the light of sun, its lines and grooves forming some image now in my mind of fingers that were intertwined. I brushed off more and saw an arm, its wrist embraced with carven charm. The form now clear a woman lay framed by grass and roots that stay clinging to her female form in ways that seemed now to adorn, like woven garments, nature m...
Striving to be a Samwise Gamgee in a world of Smeagols.