I Am The Meadow

I am the meadow, the tranquil meadow. I am the trees, the trees that gently swayed. I am the birds, the birds that sweetly chirped. I am the flowers, the flowers that bobbed and danced. I am the cattle, the cattle that greedily grazed. I am the hands, the hands who held the ax. I am the ax, who stole the trees. I am the logs, the logs that give no shade. I am the nests, the nests that harbored the birds. I am the birds, the birds who could not save the flowers. I am the flowers, the flowers that withered away. I am the meadow, the meadow an Eden no more. I am the man, the man the butchered the cattle that cut the trees, that killed the birds, that killed the flowers, I was the meadow.