I stare beyond the transparent window of my room,and there I see a mountain. A mountain where once stood a bunch of trees ,some retarded with loose ruffled leaves while some embraced for the sun.Now the sands are dry and the wind blows faster and more often than before and all is left on the dirt is nothing but those trees who were wrecked.The sharp blades of humanity took the life's of those whose beauty beamed at a distance and of course for human benefit,and then within a moment now as it pours, the loose vulnerable dirt haemorrhages a fountain of acid rain such that the mountain is left degraded, Erosion...
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