I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.

The cries of animals dying.

Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.

Fewer trees dot the landscape.

Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.

Mankind has marked the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

3 thoughts on “LAST TREE STANDING

  1. Felipe Adan Lerma September 16, 2019 / 12:59 am

    Agree, wonderfully written, Susanne! And what an image to with it!


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