The Valley

The valley

By: tash07

I look upon a valley before me

One that was once filled with trees

Now a concrete jungle has taken root.

Its towering roofs glare at me.

I remember the boughs of the great elms

They used to grasp each other and beckon to me

Now these monstrous abodes stand.

Their concrete walls bare no hint of friend or enemy

I feel like I have lost a friend or have I gained an enemy

I cannot tell.

I have or shall I say had

known this valley for so many years.

Now death hangs upon this atmosphere

I picture the great elms crying as they are felled.

Now I stand looking at a ghost of the valley I once knew

Who knows maybe just maybe?

One day I’ll see it again.