Old Home Place

The old house is sagging and leaning
Slouching where it once stood
The leaky roof has done it no favors
The rainwater has taken its toll.
Dead wood and water are never a good combination.
What use are granite countertops and posh tile floors in a rundown fire trap like this?
Houses have a way of knowing when they're unwanted.
They seem to accelerate their ruin when no one is around.
No more shadows moving along the walls, no more echoes of laughter, no more life in the rooms, or the pitter-patter of little feet running down the halls.
Dilapidated old shell, overgrown with vines and vegetation.
Nature knows when to reclaim its own because no one tends or tames, works or toils, gardens and landscapes.
It will be a home for the wild even after it falls
until rot and gravity render it a decaying pile without space or crevices to provide a hiding place.
To earth it shall return but what beauty it was while generations loved to call it home.