The woods are like a bird flying high in the sky
Like a kiss on the cheek
Like the light pitter patter of rain on the window
Like the ocean waves rising and falling
Like rare gem stones on the sides of mountains
Like the news of a baby girl on her way
Like the play of kittens in the new days of spring
It is more precious than your friends or money
More beautiful than the first sight of new eyes
More rare than a blue diamond
All of this beauty around
Without even notice
But now animals have come
Destroying the beauty
Destroying everything it worked for
Destroying the peace
Poof
It is gone
All gone
Gone like the wind
Gone like a bat in the night sky
Gone
Except for one
There is still one
But will be gone soon
Gone
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