Death

Drifting off on a journey, nature has its own story that needs to be heard by many.
If you listen closely you may hear the leaves rustling in the wind only longing to be heard by the giants that step on them day by day.
The wind whispers to the people passing by and then the people start to cry we wonder why the wind is whispering and why people are crying.
Day after day, month after month, year after year, the trees are dying.
But people continue cutting down the trees that once stood tall and proud.