Here I am, left alone with the wind blowing through my many arms. Overlooking what was once lush, and rich, is now where tracks from construction equipment lay.I once was a duplicate of my brothers and sisters, now I am the only one of my kind. The rest of my population was murdered, not by a gun, a kife, or something else of that sort, but something as simple as lack of care.
Here I am. Standing alone on this mountainside. And today will be the final day that I finally fall to my end; not by a gun, a knife, or something else of that sort, but something as simple as a logging industry.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.07 seconds at 3:24am on Nov 24, 2024 via server WEBX2.