Nature

Just listen, 

How can you say the forest is quiet?

See every leaf blow in the wind,

Each squirrel peak its head around the mighty oak,

Hear each birds' lovely song.

Time stops,

Each moment filled with more than the last.

What a privelege

To experience such beauty we continue to destroy.

Why does mankind view themselves as superior? 

We no longer respect the land,

But view it as property.

So selfish.