What We Lost

Beauty lies in the little things

The things not many notice

Until there gone

The cool breeze on a summer night

The rolling hills stretching out for miles

The orange and red leaves as they fall to the ground

And no one thinks “this will all be gone someday”

No one thinks “these are the things we need”

Not the parking lots

Not the cities

Not the buildings

Not the big factories that choke out the beauty of the natural world

Because once all the little things are gone

People will think back

And wonder

Why didn’t I stop then

Because now it’s too late

And they’ll realize that they've taken the last look at the hills they grew up with

The last look at the birds flying high in the sky

The last look at what we lost

The last look at what humans were too selfish to keep