There is a wonderland,a place with beautiful rugged mountains and placid green pastures.The Land Unique with its characteristics attracted everything that passes by. Perhaps It wore the wings of the spring;The alluring colours of the flowers,the dancing leaves tell the beautiful story of this place.Neither touched by fiery winds nor struck by the torrents,this land is a mirror of tranquility.
The birds from the west and the flies from the east found a new home.Showers now and then by the passing clouds lifted the spirits of the flora and fauna.The drops of the rain jumped with joy when they touched the land and carried the fragrance along its way.The river across the mountains buzzed; The dulcet flow is soothing.
One Bad Day,the land saw visitors.squashing and cutting,appeared giant man made machines.On its way,destruction smiled.Wrecking and smashing,the monster giggled.
There lay myriads of chopped trees.The Horrific Silence engulfed.It isn’t the silence of the peace, It is the mourning of the dead. Colours of the trees painted the dust.Fauna that witnessed ran for their lives.Lucky they thought, they have legs to survive. They Grieved for the flora that they cannot escape this adversity. Never in their life,they saw such mammoth. Never in their life,they knew of such Annihilation.
Despicable machines continued their work.They are nonchalant to these complaints.Hills across the river despised what they sighted. Showers that passed weeped and filled the river.Thunders roared objecting such act but none can stop this suffering.
None can stop this affliction.
None can stop this misery.
Because those who created these machines are Disgusted with themselves and they are insouciant; They know only destruction and inflicting wretchedness.
sparklingsirius 