The Long Forgotten

long forgotten are the trees that hold our secrets
quietly they stand in stoic silence
no one cares to hear their stories
and if we bothered to ask, would they even tell?

long forgotten are the barns which once held grain
weathered beaten by the storms
old red paint now chipped away
no animal takes shelter here
how much protection could these skeletons even provide?

long forgotten are the rivers once centers of travel and trade
now just an obstacle for the roads
geological feats of wonder
beds deep in the earths crust
where has that water been? where will it go?

long forgotten are the fields now overgrown with weeds
once bountiful with harvest
a staple of life no longer revered
central to life but no one cares
does anyone know where our food comes from now?

long forgotten are the ancestors finally laid to rest
who worked with love blood sweat and tears to build the world we know
disregarded is their wisdom and the lessons learned
just weathered stones with faint etching barely discernable
a last testament standing to mark their bones
who will remember their stories? who has taken the time?