Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Unsplash
I have seen for some time the changing of the world.
Things rise and fall, cities come and empires go.
In my vanishing forest; green turns to yellow and red and finally to dark brown. A slow fade into winter.
My roots have roamed the rich earth for centuries, but, I sense a new kind of change.
Now I stand in this emptiness with no kin around me and loneliness spreads over me like moss.
Oh, how I miss the Spring of this world — before they came to ruin it all.
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About the Creator
Miles Pen
I'm a Native American artist and storyteller who enjoys creating new things.
* Nitsiniiyi'taki ("I Thank You" in Blackfeet)
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