The avenue of trees
On a beautiful morning.
The gentle green grass
Glistens in the sun
And when one small, innocent leaf
Falls
The crowds gather
An army invading nature
And slowly the land
Becomes a dirty battlefield.
Everything at first glance seems normal
But
When you magnify your view of Earth
You see a world of pollution and carelessness.
This army has taken over
And has destroyed the love and laughter
Which
Once existed.
Nature will again search for a new home some day
But that to will be invaded by our armies.
And as time goes by
We sit and watch our one creator
Mother Nature
Die.
