[ WP ] Mother Nature assumes her bodily form and takes a one year trip around the world . Share an entry from her journal .

`` I awoke in a strange place, not entirely sure how long I had slept. There used to be trees here, thousands and thousands of them. I would walk among them for months, the forests were endless. The grass sang, the trees waved, the animals all said hello as I passed. At night I could pick out every star in the sky, I had names for each of them. Now they're gone. This new place, what do the humans call it? New York City, I think? They've changed the land so much, I barely recognize it anymore. The soil is gone. In its place are long narrow roads of an unusual kind of stone. Along them, towering pillars built of wood, of stone, of baked clay. Where the humans once used horses, I now see hundreds of, I guess you could call them covered wagons, but nothing pulls them along. They make the most awful noises, like stone scraping against stone. I hope it is n't this way everywhere. I want to see trees again. I want to hears birds sing again. I want to dance on the wind. 
 I must see the world again. Surely somewhere I'll find a place I still know. I have n't taken a trip like this since, well, since Rome ruled the Mediterranean. Things were simpler then.'' 
 
 My first response to a writing prompt ever. How'd I do? Did it read well?
