The River

The river was beautiful....

The river of crystals people called it.

Rocks would be coated shiny in the river's hands.

the soldiering trees would stand tall.

And with us, watch, just watch the unfolding landscape as they took an inhale...

Watch, watch...

But

The river is gone now.

And it will never come back.

It's once graceful flow, dried to a crisp.

The trees had lost the fight.

All that is left, a lonely stretch of cracked dust.

I never knew why.

I asked My parents who just said two words.

Climate change...

Credits:

Created with images by upupandabear - "fall_colors_water4" • Viktor_U_Cat - "Sunset @ river" • Alex_Koch - "pebble stones about" • InAweofGod'sCreation - "Gray Birch" • Unsplash - "water trees wilderness" • erik_stein - "leaf web black white" • TravelingShapy - "dry river" • RenoVal - "Dead Tree" • USFWS Mountain Prairie - "Going, going....habitat!" • towbar - "family together parenting" • andreas160578 - "climate change climate drought"

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