Broken

Nothing but a Broken statue in the wind, alone and fading...

Once, the splendor of everything around, this statue was the envy of the villages all around it. It truly was a masterfull creation, made of clay from the earth, or as the villagers said it, human clay. For it came from the same earth as everyone else did right? So it was as strong as those around it. Well over time the villagers became careless and greedy, taking everything around them for granted, everything. All the statue could do was watch in horror as the people that is was supposed to grow strength from showed the signs of withering away, the seed had been planted and it was only a matter of time till the seed of greed and iggnorance and arrogance broke away the bond the statue had with the people. Well the day came that people cared more about the things of men, money, riches, and appriences more than they loved the statue that gave them alot of the publicity they had gotten from the other towns around the surrounding area. Eventually the youth of the town moved away only seeing some old grungy statue in the middle of the village, nothing important right? The elders forgot the statue, they forgot the good times and the bad times the statue had seen with them, and of course standing strong the try and give the people the strength they needed. The people forgot that the statue was there for them through all those times and would be there for strength when ever they needed it. So eventually they elders who lived there died and the village was left completly bare and devoid of all life, for the youth gave up and desserted it, and the elders love for it died long before they were laid to rest. So the statue devoid of the things that gave it strength, devoid of the love the people had for it and each other, slowly broke away and withered, and only it's fools hope the someday, the people it cared so much about will remember what strength and friendship the statue gave. The peace it helped promote and the good and bad times the statue was there for, for that is all the statue has left, some silly little fools hope. The hope that it's time will once again be needed and loved, don't prove him wrong.