A rotting branch plummeted towards the ground. Maggots crawled out of its crevices and darted in and out between the holes. This tree was one of the very few trees left, its friends being taken away, truckloads at a time, murdered, just to fuel the greedy human’s desires. Whispers of the trees, as they were all slowly being pulled to the ground by the earth’s gravity. The suns halo being pulled away by the clouds.
8964 hours, 373 days, that was the length of time that he had been working at the repulsive woodcutter’s. He glanced to the sky, the suns halo being pulled away by the clouds. hacking he pulled his axe out of the tree, only to swing it again once more. the tree fell, crashing to the ground. a machine pulled in next to him. Wood being hosted into the truck. they were being taken away truckloads at a time, murdered, just to fuel him and his families needs. a rotting branch plummeted to the ground maggots darting in between it crevices