Lumber

Lumber, weathered and worn, Once sturdy, now crumbling to dust. Ashes of memories, scattered and torn, Whispers of stories, lost and unjust. The timber, once tall and proud, Now lies broken, scattered on the ground. Ashes of dreams, once roaring loud, Now silent, without a sound. Pieces of history, now reduced to debris, Lumber with ashes, a poignant sight to see. A reminder of time's relentless decree, Of the inevitable cycle of life's journey. Yet within the wreckage, a beauty remains, A reminder that from ashes, new life gains. Lumber with ashes, a tale that sustains, Of resilience and hope that forever sustains.