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