I have known about this place for awhile now. A place that is overgrown with thorns as if to keep the unwanted out. Resting on the side of a ridge with trees to provide shade all day and a view of the sunset at the end. This place is shared by a family, a family that turned this soil first.
I know that no one comes to visit this place with the exemption of a bird or two. The wildflowers dance in the breeze all summer long as the sun peaks through each morning placing a kiss on each stone. I have known about this place for awhile now, a resting place that has been forgotten.