The breeze whispers, it makes you stir. Arms outstretched as you worship the clouds above. The sun beats down and tarnishes your craggy skin. Age has taken its toll, the earth has transformed before your eyes. Wrinkles have taken over, you creak and groan. Alone you stand on the edge of the hillside. Admiring the view below. Your feet reach down, and claw at the cool soil below. Silent you drink and reflect on times passed.
