The animals live as they
are adapted to live, but never more.
They are primitive. Without free thought,
without art and culture,
without clothing. The trees give shade
and shelter to the animals
that know not of walls and ceilings.
The trees support life as
the lands' tireless lungs and most benevolent
The people are masters
of intellect. The pinnacle of biology
can travel through space and
defeat cancers. The people who conquer,
who make breakthroughs and
finding strength each night for each
day in the comfort,
security, warmth, and illumination of their home.
The people conquer forests, even,
yet we cannot
overcome the sweet
cruelty of convenience.
We outgrow our environment.
Deforestation perpetuates. A mother fox cries
and a bird pauses its dance because
her home has fallen.
The new clearing is not vacant for long.
Foundations are laid out. Machinery aches are echoing.
The people once more can live
They plant new trees and they rescue
Ego of man hesitates. Hindsight can be heard chuckling.
Masters of intellect. Conquerers of forests.
The ecosystem has been disassembled and reconstructed into
less beautiful and less charitable.
A garden is growing
and a farm is lively too. How great it is to have
such an abundance
of plants and animals on the
property. How great to live so close
to the forgiving forest.