She flew over meadows

Over rivers & brooks

And held conversations

With articulate rooks 

 

Who told her a tale

Of when mankind resided

And the balance of nature

Irreparably subsided 

 

How they ravaged her soul

And ripped out her heart

And watched their green world

Slowly depart 

 

How the creatures of woods

Of forests, and meadows

Had to flee from their dens

And warrens, and burrows

 

And so, became nomad

No home could they find

For wherever they roamed

So followed mankind

 

And the greenlands grew fewer

And sap spilled like blood

As the trees were sent crashing

Into cold, lifeless mud

 

So, Mother Nature withdrew

And stopped all her growth

And to trees and the green

Pledged a great, sacred oath:

 

"For when mankind are over

Their time on Earth done

You will once again flourish

Under a dazzling, new sun"

 

"And, that time is now,"

 

So whispered the rook

And herself flew away

Over rivers & brooks

And through lush vibrant pastures

And, cloud haloed trees

And, blooms of all colours

In a land that grew free.

 

End.