Nature
The aspen air
Cooling my warm skin
Refreshing
My worn out body
From setting up camp

Slowly rising moon
Over the monstrous mountain
Shining on me
Like a flashlight

Crawling into my tent
Scraping my skin
On the unforgiving pine needles

Wolves anxiously howled
Deer bolting
Crows piercingly squealing

I close my eyes
And fall asleep
To the magnificent
Soothing sounds of nature

Sun poking through
My aging green tent
Forcing my eyes open
I squeeze through the minuscule
Tent exit

What was before me was a surprise
Flowers were rotting
Screaming for a sip of water
Trees were lying on the frigid ground
Air smelling like trash


Change, what is it?
It’s what ruins what people used to love

Change
Ruins nature
Even changes people
Change
Ruins everything
That at one time was great