The Green should be Seen
By Gabrielle A
Published 20 April 2023
The silhouette of fig trees appeared as nightfall approached
The pearly white moon shone on the damp forest floor and illuminated the coarse tree trunks
Misty fog blanketed the highest peaks, dew drops laid on leaf tips
I sat in silence, surrounded by cold fog, admiring the view
Dawn returned in a flash, bright sunlight awoke the flowers
The radiant sun blinded me,
Soon strange figures arrived with an unknown motive
Prickly weapons, hazardous tools and large machinery
The bitter-smelling gust trailing from the machine tickled my nose
They are invading my safe haven, now is no longer safe after all
Disbelief paralysed my body, the trees shrieked as tools dug deep into the bark
One by one, trees were wiped out, it was too late to turn back now.
Pea-green leaves are dense on the branches, and the tall trunks are polished with a rich chestnut pigment
The beauty of my home, but rather my second home, was taken away
My eyes began to fill with water, my chest knotted, my head heated up like a wildfire, and disappointment took over my body.