xAmerilandx

"Write from the point of view of the last tree standing in the forest" Rewrite. -------------------- I remember when there were more of us, hundreds of us scattered around the forest. We were loved, and needed, and we'd stand proud... proud of who we were. We stayed together in crowds, our different colours and variations, showing the people we were beautiful. We had hoped to forever be here and live in people's memories. That was when a big disaster took place. I still remember my brothers and sisters, crying out in pain. I remember seeing each of them, burn away with the colour red that spread throughout the forest. I remember the suffering, the pain, the torment.... I remember when my kind were still here, and now I feel the heartbreak of being alone. I am the last of them, I am the only one to remember what happened that day. And soon, I won't be here either. I am old. I am dying. And I won't be here tomorrow. Our tale will be forgotten, and I will slowly fall into the soil