Darkness of a Living Cemetary

I wonder what it could be.

Hard gray shapes lying down.

The shapes are surrounding,

Beckoning to move forth.

Written on them they behold,

                 A Secret Inscription.

Looking round it’s darkness lasts.

Yet, there is always the living.

Clear specks lay on soft green needles.

Block rivers you can walk on surround,

Waiting, wanting, wishing to go on.

Tall brown creatures exist silently.

The creatures stand like soldiers,

Only moving arms, shaking in the cold breeze.

Little bright colored bodies in the tall creatures,

Silently suffering, starving for secrets

. Are the secrets on the gray stones like a mystery never to be solved?

                       Save me.

                             Save me, bring me to life.