A Tree’s Perspective

It was once a forest

My dear little home

Ecstatic as our branches swayed with the gentle wind

But then came the catastrophic din

The hunters came and chopped down my friends

Taking away their barks

Only taking them because I was small

Leaving only their stumps behind

Leaving only the memory of rage, anger and misery behind

When I think of the once beautiful forest

I think about my dear friends

Who are now gone

Leaving my insides torn

So lonely I am now

No one to play with

No one to share with

Only memories of cataclysmic din

Memories of when the hunters came to chop my friends

Who left

Leaving me alone in this dark, dark world

Leaving me to suffer in this dark, dark world

-creatifxpressions

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