Prompt #256

Prompt- "Write from the point of view of the only tree left in the forest..."

I awaken... I remember that something happened... What was it?... My clouded mind struggles to remember what happened.... Images start coming and then the emptiness hits.

I remember, now, what great, terrible thing brought the emptiness. My mind expands and I marvel at how barren the vast expanse of my consciousness has grown. They are all gone, the smoke-belching metal beast took them away. Why I am still here, perhaps I will never know. All I know is that the grandeur that once filled these hills rolling around me, has now been demoted to a shocking nothingness.

Reality sets in... They are gone now, and any who would offer compassion in this tragedy, are immobile and ignorant of recent events. I seem to be the only one to notice the sudden gap in the world. I have to face this alone, which means that there is no need to feign bravado. My real courage will show as I grow majestic and sturdy on this hill; all because I took time.

I will start over, this wasteland will once again be lush and beautiful someday. That day I will tower over the world, a place that I will no longer recognize.