The Rumbling
by Matt S.
The trees crash
to the ground making the earth rumble
Flames shoot up to the west
the area were I stand is being logged
but I stand firm
I will not fall
like all the others
I am a redwood
high off the ground
I am a home to a northern spotted owl
I stand proud and strong, unmoving, unwilling
yet a fear grows in me that I will not survive
but to my surprise they stop cutting the trees
I have survived another day
Two days later
I am cut
I fall toward the ground
It seems like forever
but in four seconds my tree top hits the ground with a crash
I no longer stand tall
Every thing inside of me went with me to my end