A gentle wind, that rustles the leaves, is whispering in my ear.
A bright moon gazes at me through the forest's canopy, lighting my path.
Wandering through the forest, I marvel at it's beauty
All shades of moss, covering the grounds on which I softly tread
Sometimes I sense a wild animal staring in wonder at my appearance
And silently I watch them, wondering if they are aware of what's coming to them
But a strange unnatural noise in the distance startles the animal, and I see it speeding off.
I softly weep, for I know that the days of comforting silence are gone.
Under a moonlit sky, I wander through the forest, marvelling at it's beauty, the serenity, the natural silence
The sky is red with the burning fire of the trees
It makes me weep
I see some heavily mutilated animals, running towards me in panic
I am shocked at the selfishness of the men who thought of this destruction
Of the earth on which I was born and raised
Under a moonlit sky, I wander through the forest, a d**hly silence around the scorched ghostlike trees
Even for the creatures of the wild, there is no escape from the wars which scorch the earth
Defeat will mean the final d**h of us all