My friends, they had been cut away and killed.
Now I stand here alone, staring out into the vast open land, no one there but myself.
I cannot help but ask, why am I still here? Why have they left me?
I was always the tallest, the biggest, the strongest,
looming over all of my fellows, and now I loom over nothing but bare land and rock.
Then something approches, something small, but powerful.
It gets closer, too close for my liking.
A large gapping mouth opens up, and takes me by the roots.
I am no longer there, no longer looming, no longer living.