A bird's eye view

I watched my home slowly vanish. 

The trees being cut down.

The trees were my friends.

They gave me a place to sit.

They gave me a place to rest.

All the animals that could not escape. 

Gone.

Where will my friends and I go once everything is gone?

Why is this happening?

I could feel the fear in the animals that were not fast enough to escape.

I could smell the bits of bark and leaves falling to the ground.

I could see it happen, right in front of me.

The machines that cut everything down were as loud as a crocodile snapping his jaw.

The birds flying out of the trees were like leaves being blown away by the wind.

So much of our home is gone. 

My home is being destroyed.

And I can't stop this.