The Struggling Dawn
I wonder when the world was so quiet
And suddenly the sound of man exploded in the air
The rise of the birds scattering into the winds
Flying away from the destruction
What they didn’t know
They learned over time
Man does not walk silently through the woods
He cuts, and burns, shoots and hits
There is no reason except
Just the endless desire to drink more then they consume
The skies have become so silent
Only the metallic crunch of engines breaking through the skies
Racing along the roads
I spread food to replace the seeds from the felled trees
The birds flock in to capture what is no longer in the wild
There is no wild
Yet I can hear the wind
It struggles in the East
It struggles to rise against a waning sky
The moon has slipped under the horizon
And yet, still the darkness struggles to stop the coming dawn