I would run freely,
Amidst the ancient guardians,
My hands tracing across them,
Their trunks wrinkled like the old ones.
Under my feet a velvet green blanket,
Soft moss and delicate flora,
Cushion my running feet,
Before springing back as if I hadn’t been.
Happy days of laughter and song,
Mingle with the orchestra of nature,
A cacophony of noise unbridled,
Up to the highest branches and beyond.
Then the darkness came,
Curtailed my movement to a crawl,
Sadness took a hold of me,
Replacing where once happiness resided.
Iron mechanical beasts,
Hell bent on evil and destruction,
Cared little for stature and station,
Ripping from the ground the ones I loved.
Now I sit with tear filled eyes,
Ancient ones no longer standing tall,
The emerald carpet is nothing but mud,
The music has fallen silent.