Battle Beneath The Trees

This was the most beautiful part of the forest.  Two majestic oaks stood here, strong and tall, their branches forever entwined as they reached towards the sky.   I came here to remember you, and to weep, and to hear your voice among the leaves.

And then, they came.  They came to burn, to kill, to destroy.  I am told we had the victory, but at a price.  The price of lives, of beauty, of memories.

Now the oaks are blackened skeletons, twisted in agony.  No longer do their branches stretch tall. 

There is no beauty here.  Your voice is silenced.