How much we have changed

Whispers of the wind 
glow of the sun 
my branches have begun to fall
my trunk has started to creak
the land has changed 
the soil in which I am rooted
has held here for decades to come and go
long ago I held a promise
pilgrims relied on my fruit
making way for more humans
years later my land was different
I had a dry, hot home
People had set up their home not far from my roots
I watched as they too changed
after many years they too left
machinery came decades later
it was a devastating sight 
I liked it better before
when it was simply the land and I
my, how much we have changed