The last bird

A small bird flew in the air, however, the hunter's muzzle was facing her.

She flew to the grandfather of the tree and said to the grandfather of the tree: "Grandpa Grandpa, leave me, I want to wait for my mother here." Grandpa Tree said: "No, the loggers will cut me soon." Said, Grandpa Tree closed his eyes helplessly.

The bird flew in the air with powerlessness and shouted: "Mom, mother." The answer to her is the noise of the car and the black smoke in the air.

She flew to the side of the sea brother and said to him: "Big brother, leave me, I want to wait for my father here." "No, I will kill you if I stayed. I am all rubbish all over the body. The freshwater fish in my stomach and the saltwater fish are dead." The brother of the sea said sadly.

The bird is about to land, and the hunter’s muzzle is still facing her. At this time, she seems to have seen the cool spring water, the dense woods, isn't that their own home, their own paradise? Standing on the branch is her father, mother, brother and sister. "Mom", "Dad." When she was about to fly over there, the hunter shot at her.

Oh, with a shot, she landed.

A pool of black and red blood sprinkled on the ground, this is the last bird to bear the testimony of the earth, she witnessed who made the world lost its vitality.