No care has he who carves his name on thy trees. The bark which protected falls now to the leaves. Birds no more their cheerful melodies do sing. Awake to danger in their sacred world within. Creatures hiding amongst the leaves and foliage.
Safety is only with their screening knowledge.
Butterflies dart not among the blades of grass. Bees hide in their hives abandoning their tasks. Foolish man blinded that he does not own thee. Taking everything in greed that he can see. In age perhaps with regret and intellect he knows.