Through the whispers carried in the wind,
Through the twinkling light of a star,
Even the smallest is heard,
Even the smallest is seen,
The beauty produced from nature,
Wonders beyond the imagination,
Forever flourishing in this paradise,
Birds calling, deer nibbling on the grass,
Wolves slumber in their den, resting their ever sore paws,
But what could they be sore from?

Shouting, running, ravaging all in sight,
They come like a flood,
Taking over the once peaceful land,
Cutting the homes of animal and insect alike to the ground,
The things that supply the very air they breath,
Soon there shall be no more left,
They will have suffocated not only the creatures of nature,
But themselves entirely.

Who are these vile beasts?
Why, they are the humans.
A race of intelligence,
Alas, where has that lead them to?
Are they certain their intellect isn’t ignorance?
Be warned, dwellers of the fortresses of wood and stone,
All actions have consequence.


- Jay M
December 13th, 2018