human>nature

I danced through forests,

brought to their knees,

all the cut-up wood,

making me sneeze;

ran through the fields, of machinery,

got to the water, of oily sea;

I had travelled to find, the last bird,

I needed to ask, something I’d heard;

the bird began to sing, a sad song,

we should have been listening, all along;

“in seven days time, humans will die,

they had chances, he sang with a sigh;

they only took, and gave nothing more,

when they fought nature, they won that war;

stubborn human hearts, killed all things live,

but who cares who wins, if they don’t survive.”