The Deep-Rooted

She stood there throughout the years knowing one day she would no longer encounter this earth. Her fingers gripping the cold soil sinking in every inch of her hurt. Her limbs hung low and her texture clung dry. Her brittle hair barely gusting in the abandoned night sky. Symbolic words and letters carved in jaggedly around her side. She never complained and gave cover when the morning cried. She enjoyed all of her existence in the sun. It was life that was against her time that had just begun.