My short stories

Beautiful

Beauty as vast as the eye can see,
A wonderful forest full of trees.
Wild flowers of purple and blue,
A beauty that is known by few.
Trees falling to the ground,
Flowers pulled from all around.
The beauty that hath once dwell;
The beautiful flowers once good smell.
The beauty man has ripped apart,
Is only just the very start.
Soon all the Earth's glorious wonders,
Will be slowly ripped out in roaring thunders.
They don't stop with God's trees,
The soon move on to finer things.
Like the heart of a young girl,
A fragile thing man likes to whirl.
Her forest fell and made no sound,
She never knew silence to be so loud.
Like a pounding in her head,
This horrible feeling she wished to shed.
Her tears fall silent but free,
Just as the branches of the trees.
And as she lays down her head and sighs,
She looks up into the night skies.
Despite the agony, her heart smiled,
The stars were numerous for miles and miles.
As she watch them dance in the night,
She knew that she would be alright.
Although her forest was ripped down,
She knew she would never again frown.
Man's destructive nature is strong but her will is stronger,
Because she is her mother's daughter.