It was a bird that flew which would lead me into the ground. One dead bird who suddenly appeared on my trail and continue to lay there day after day. It’s body slowly decompassing before my eye’s to the point that I felt it needed to be buried. A good deed gone totally wrong for how was I too know that the land I chose would sink me below as well. At least it was quick for this sand never revealed I was even here. Sometimes good deeds get buried deep below.