I am a bridge.

Once beautiful, now I'm broken.

The people have forgotten me.

But the water hasn't.

Water under the bridge tells me I need to let them go.

The wind whispers to me.

It tells me not to miss the people who used me, then abandoned me.

The grass knows how it feels to be overlooked

Without the proper care, we both faded.

The trees tell me they're glad I was created,

no matter what I've become.

The sun shines down on me,

reminding me that there's now no one around to tarnish my beauty.

And in my darkest hour, the moon tells me to be brave.

Forgotten, but never lost.

It's water under the bridge.