The Land of Nothingness

Nothing grows there anymore not even the old tree stump can be found, the land is barren and empty, the plants have dried up, just thorn and thistle can be found, the land is vast and it used to have acres and acres of sweet corn growing, one crop harvest proceed the other and all of a sudden the damage was done and nothing is left on the ground. The sun peeps slowly over the burning hill streaming through thick shrubs and laden trees and I watch the village burn and the temperature grows and trees fall apart from broken dreams. The twisted vine on the cedar tree tied up the village, wrapping up the branches and leaves and absorbing the nutrients around and sending more heat into the ground. Nothing grows there anymore, the lake has dried up and the fresh water fish is gone and all that is left is tears in my eyes and miles upon miles of burnt land with charred remains of human and animals scattered all around and nothing was left on the ground. The cows used to feed over there, and the sheep used to graze up there and the olive and grapes used to thrive over there; what on earth has gone wrong something must have poisoned and suck the substance out of the land. Just the building frames are standing there and the mound on the hill stands still. There are several of them around symbolize that the spirit of the dead can no longer be fed. They are still lingering around searching for a home more than a thousand of them used to occupy the land but no one is there, they are all gone, It came like a thief in night and left behind a woeful sacrifice behind just few of them escaped before daylight. The land of nothingness stood bear, the land of nothingness has nothing to share; nothing can grow or survive there, and everyone has to leave there, the universe will shake that place the land of nothingness will go to waste. Get the 2.5 million people out of that place before it’s too late the earth has come back to occupy its place.