Symphony of nature

Waterfall rushes down jagged rocks,

Forming a complex rhythm.

Insects dance to the symphony of nature,

Wings in sync, all telling a story.

Leaves rustle against the breeze,

Animatedly fighting against the wind, creating a dramatic composition.

Bark crunches against my feet,

Acting as the percussion.

But the performance will end.

Roar of chainsaw drowns out the beautiful music,

It growls menacing.

My head throbs,

A whirlpool of emotions.

Sad, angry, scared, worried.

Monotonous beeps of excavators dig into the flesh of Mother Nature,

My eyes water.

I can hear Mother Nature screaming, pleading for mercy.

The orchestra slowly fades away.

The old forest is gone,

And the new one is made of metal