Standing moutain

He stood at the top of what used to be a proud standing mountain. Staring down at the winding road that encircled the mountain. He knew changes would come when they had developed the automobile but he hadn’t expected it to come so quickly.
He’d heard the stories of the mountain’s past from his grandfather, before the changes. His grandfather, even his father, would cry seeing what men created. He stared down watching the people come and go paying not seeing the beauty of nature. He stared down, a proud Native American, reaching for a past that was gone.