When I was born I went down fast furious mountains like a whooshing rocket.
After birth I ran between trees with bee hives dangling off them like Christmas Tree ornaments.
As I wiggled in wobbly waves, fish were my treasure, birds bowed in pleasure.
As I fell down my water slide going to my destination, going down again for regeneration.
Soon as the time passed it was good enough to last.
My guards were chopped as fast as lightning.
My trees were replaced with tall buildings.
The number of friends I had was dwarfed to a small number.
Those trees like guards had accommodated me into the forest.
The clouds were dark.
I didn’t have a spark.
Why did you poison me with your remains of food?
I was once beautiful but you spoiled me.
