destruction

Ten Thousand Feet Up

Ten thousand feet up Walking along an alpine stream warm to touch. Heaviness like a blanket, no relief the further I walk. Trees weep with open sores My spirits sink. Witnessing the suffering of the forest of spruce, lodgepole pines, The sorrow of an entire ecosystem failing. Bright growth along the stream, life would go on. The warming days threaten fish but not all the flowers....
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