The tall trees whisper a welcome as I enter the national park.
They know me well as I talk to them and watch her furry and feathered friends as I carefully place my feet.
There are sighs of contentment when all is well and of clear streams run tinkling with laughter.
Recently they have moaned with pain as sad tidings are brought from afar on the wind.
They tell of soot and chemicals on their leaves and of visitors that leave poison in the water.
When the wind blows the trees shake with fear that man is a monster hell bent on destruction.
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Oh my I totally expected a different direction but by sentence three it changed. Amazing how fast things CAN change huh? Both in nature and poetry... this was a real surprise but sadly a real truth. It makes me sad how much we have changed the environment for the worst so quickly. Thanks for linking up! Good to see you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and imagery, Old Egg, evoking sadness for the world being destroyed by environmental carelessness.
ReplyDeleteI never expected that ending. So well you have used the prompt. Liked it very much!
ReplyDeleteI never expected that ending. So well you have used the prompt. Liked it very much!
ReplyDeleteThe first three sentences reminded me of visiting Rocky Mountain National Park (and getting lost, but that's a story for another day). The last three are what I fear could happen there.
ReplyDeleteWhether we intend to be monsters or not, things have gone so far that we can barely survive without being complicit in the disaster. At least many of us do make the effort to save something to live after us.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
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