The mountains are covered by human feet
The waters barely peeping from between the fleets
The tree tops hold more faces and hands
The air is a heavy with words and cadence.
The homosapiens never rest
They cut, kill and fell – that’s their best
They have overrun the planet and going far
If the moon’s not enough, then the next star.

Will they ever stop – the God’s worry in their land
Remembering the day Adam and Eve had been banned.

For the creations, this is not what God intended,

It's a catastrophe - is it beyond being mended?