Global Cage

Through eagles eye and Swallow's sight

reflect in day, refract at night,

The false horizons built by man,

remnants of devoured land.

Migration south to warmth of sun,

to gather with kin & prepare the young.

To the ancient site picked out with care,

to find the land has been stripped bare.

Humans busy down below,

man and machine move to & fro.

To build the nest's in which man lives,

on the land he takes & no one gives.

Adapt we must just to survive,

like the bee that lives in a structured hive.

Our natural home now ever short, due to the

fight that's lost, yet not been fought.

Adapt we have, through need that's how,

we nest our young in a concrete bough.

But if once we could hear nature’s voice,

what do you think would be her choice.