I get swished by the breeze.

Under the mountain's feet.

"Wish wash,'' the water goes by me.

I get dried by the sun.

I was a city but now I am none.

I gave people so many things and animals, too, but now I am considered nothing.

I get sliced up for paper, my smell gets inserted into your perfumes and I get smushed into a home.

I gave you things and you never noticed a thing that was a gift from me.

I gave you a home, a roof above your head, it is different now, I can no longer stay.

I gave home to the buzzing bees, I'm sitting here alone, no one will care about me.

I'm surrounding you for now, help me before technology takes me down.