Withered and weathered…..

It appears rustic.

Having lost the days it sheltered…..

passing by beings…..

along with their burden things.

It was in glory when it protected…..

creatures teeny weenie.

Provided abode to those who habitated…..

winged ones’….

and slithery ones’.

Now it stands broken and bruised……

Nursing it’s own damaged soul.

Sikiladi