Prompt #256.

There it was.
All alone.
With no one watching.
No one listening.

If it fell, no birds would stir.
No squirrels would skitter.
The air would say the same.
The wind may be the blame.

It used to be beautiful.
Swaying ever so gracefully.
Now it's unaided, and ignored.
It is looked upon with hate and abhor.

Why doesn't anyone listen?
Can't anyone see?
It is all alone.
If you looked close in the forest, there it is shown.

It has finally fallen.
Without a sound.
The feeling of despair.
Can only be felt if you feel, hear, and stare.

p.s. I know I'm not that skilled at writing, but it's okay. I'm trying. *smile*