As the early morning sun burns off the fog, the heavy dew clings onto each and every tall blade of grass waiting to evaporate in the warm Sun. A Bumble Bee clumsily perches on a small flower gathering Pollen as she weighs the long delicate stem down almost making the petals touching the ground.
A lonely headstone atop of a hill overlooks the escarpment of forest, rolling hills and blue skies. "For this is where I want to lay to rest!" Quoted prior of departing this World... And lay to rest they did, this person with no name, no epitaph or origin for their stone is slowly deteriorating.
Faceless headstone for certain yet facing a view others would die for! Where is your final resting place?