The foul land

I look across the land, wicked and foul, I remember when this was beautiful when it was green and there were flowers were everywhere, now I look around at the disgusting scene and shiver. I started walking on the hard grey land, tree stumps surrounding me, a tear slid down my cheek. After people came and cut down all the tree. They ruined I was suddenly so angry! “Why? Why!!??” I thought. I ran back up the hill, back home and into my bedroom, I missed the green, soft grass and climbing the trees but you can never change the past.