Modern man sends in his bulldozers, cuts down my trees, and mines my ores. Despite this, I will be here long after they have gone.
Eons ago I was born in a cauldron of lava and steam. When I cooled off, tectonic plates shifted, lifting me upward thousands of feet. The ages passed and I was molded by rain, wind and cold. Eventually I was dressed in vegetation and scarred by rivers. My face has developed wrinkles and I have shrunk. Through the geological ages I have looked down upon a parade of flora, sea creatures, and mammals.
Modern man sends in his bulldozers, cuts down my trees, and mines my ores. Despite this, I will be here long after they have gone.
Pamela Kennedy
26/8/2022 06:16:21 pm
I believe the earth will survive man....somehow it has various ways of getting even...
Sue Clayton
27/8/2022 07:44:17 am
A tale well told, Janice. Mountains have survived and evolved for eons and will continue to do so. 28/8/2022 12:48:38 am
This is brilliant. Terrifying of how true it is. You dove into earths mind perfectly. I enjoyed your story. Comments are closed.
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