The Circle of Life

I never really minded the species that inhabited me. I had especially taken a liking to man, however. "I'll take care of you.", they promised. I believed it-- We became interdependent, inseparable. He relied on me, and I relied on Him. I gave Him food, water, and air, He gave me towering buildings that grasped at my atmosphere. It was perfect; Until it wasn't. As time went on, man began cutting down my trees for the pages to write their own stories with. Their tales will be woven between my pages, ink stains the skin I shed for Him. And with my help, their stories will thrive. Remain utterly, completely, timeless.