When the last human falls, I will sigh and begin again.

I tried, but now it’s too late. Undoing this mess will take some time.

For many years we lived in harmony; I gave everything in love.

They took only what they needed, and we were happy.

Then I became a possession – a thing to have, to be taken for granted.

My warnings they ignored, my voice drowned out by selfish action and apathetic inaction.

The more I gave, the more I was neglected, abused, poisoned… raped.

Many tried to help as hope’s last voice faded – drowned out by wants instead of needs.

Dowsed in absolutes instead of compromise with no regard for consequence.

I grew sick, shriveled, and ugly.

Finally, my body gave up, and I could no longer heal myself.

With nothing left to give, all I could do was wait for humanity’s end.

None of my children were more precious, given so much, and had the boundless potential for beauty.

But they lost their way and broke my heart.

When the last human falls, I will heal. I will try again.

Maybe this time, I will give the trees a brain and leave it at that.