Writing on a Tree

If you walk out our front door and head south you will eventually find yourself in one of the most beautiful cemeteries I have ever seen. It is filled with trees and pinecones and even occasional deer.

I love it there. 

I spend enough time in that cemetary that I feel like I know it backwards and forwards. 

But I am always stumbling across something completely new.

A headstone made entirely out of lego by the father of a young son who died when he was six.

A bench formed out of stones. 

The lady statue who looks like she is weeping in the early mornings.

Names of people I know.

Today it was this little inscription on a heart shaped knot in a tree.

I must have passed this very tree at least a hundred times, and today was the first time I've seen it.

I hope 1 

Day we will 

Be more then just 

firends.

Bad grammar and all, it reads like poetry.