Listen to the wind
whispering to the wildflowers
the clouds spinning out of control
screaming for help
as the world beneath them burns
it is our fault
we came to this land
to cherish it
nurture it
and what do we do?
we watch it burn
we do not feel the pain
that anguish the animals feel
we are evil
we are despised
we are the traitors
that ruin the land
