The Burning World of Grass
My world is burning. I can feel the heat radiating from the trees that were once my benevolent friends. Now, they are vicious homes of death for whatever creatures lived within them. Animals flee past me. Deer, rabbits, friends, foes. I can hear the hawks keening far up above me. And I stay put. I await my fate. I know that I will not survive this latest wave. My brothers and sisters stand alongside me, resigned to our fate. It was not the will of whatever gave us life that we be granted legs. So, we sit and wait.
My world is burning. I can feel the heat radiating from the trees that were once my benevolent friends. Now, they come crashing down upon me, and I am left hoping that all is not this way. That there are some friends who are true to the end. Friends who won’t come crashing down upon me. Friends I can count on. Friends that are the stuff of fantasy. But if it is only in fantasy friends are true, then what life is worth living?
