Stance

The year is 1988. A lone tree stands. Growing each day. Taller and stronger. Summer and the rain, scorching heat, flooding showers - it has seen them all. Staring at it every morning, taking in it's beauty, it's serenity, I feel happy, content, at peace.

Everytime leaves grow afresh, a different green; and everytime they're old, another shade of green altogether. I watch. Years, decades go by. The tree stands tall and full. Home to hundreds of insects and birds. The tallest tree as far as the eye can see. so many more surround it. Nearby housing grows around for the rat race. The monsoon winds cause a sway, that stirs discomfort. People fear that which gives them shelter. They begin to doubt. Society plagues the mind. Nature can only handle so much.

The year is 2011. A lone tree stands. A carcass of what it used to be. My example of the plague of society encroaching upon Mother Nature's greatest subjects.

How I wish this was only about that tree..