by Corey Holland

Created on: May 15, 2008

Nature's true beauty captured in my writing,
Doesn't matter the time of day, or lighting,
So with pen to paper I aim to please,
Writing about all the birds and the bees.

Before my eyes lay a scene,
That was completely serene,
With it's flowing Rivers cascading,
And it's hidden birds serenading.

Their music soft and so very sweet,
It slowly lured me to a deep sleep,
And there I lay in a deep slumber,
Till I heard the falling of timber.

Startled awake, I see destruction,
For man decided its time for construction,
Time to build another shopping mall,
Or is that the trees just needed to fall.

Smoke billowed for over the hill,
Maybe it's another land fill,
I could see the animals running,
Probably Because man was coming.

With homes destroyed and habitats gone,
The animals had no where to run,
They fled the scene, they hid, they ran,
They had to escape the evils of man.

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