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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.