It was a proud
Pristine mountain
Until the valley people
Cut its trees
Scarred its sides
Dug its vowels
For a minuscule part of it.
Bald
Rain clouds passed by it
Its arteries were empty and dry
Its grass covers were lean and brown.
Then the rain came
Merciless
Alien.
Soaked to the bones
The mountain shivered
Afraid
Alone.
So it went down to the valley
And
The valley was no more
The buildings
The people.
