“Humans are extinct now. Finally, we are free of the plague. Now nature shall take what belongs to it. They have left quite a task for us, though. It will take hundreds of years to decompose the last inch of their garbage. But we have billions of years to enjoy the beauty of the planet. Hope, next time God sends someone who values us, after all, it’s us who gives them life.” Said the tree and crept to slowly devour one of the insignificant structures made by humans.
This post is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. PHOTO PROMPT by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.