ABYSS.

Beauty

Fog dances its way across the mighty and uneven mountains, two birds fly in opposite directions to one another; their wings flapping silently in the dull, bare sky, respect emits from within their small frames. Many trees stand still in the fresh yet salty air, staring past one another to what remains of their family; the branches of what once used to be trees. Like them in shape and size yet entirely different types, the branches of what they once were lie still, unmoving on the sand coloured grass. Everything is silent; the roads, the houses, the animals, all of what surrounds the mountain, is silent, in a state of mourning over the loss of the familiar beings that used to litter the mountains and give them life. It is in this moment that I wonder, ''have people rlost their minds'', how dare they have the audacity to harm such beauty, such wonderful life. Oh how it grows. To harm a plant is to harm a human, for they emit the air in which we breather, and inhale the air in which we exhale. We must give manyt thanks t nature, for it has cared for us for so many years, it has cared for us nonstop, even after we harm it and damage its beauty.