The Forest Cry

The wolves call,
warns the animals,
of the upcoming threat

The deer and rabbits,
scatter,
as the tree's chase after them

The birds fly,
the squirls scamper,
but stay to watch,
their homes distoyed

Hours pass,
time stands still,
the constant activity,
buzzing still

The babys cower,
in their fathers chest,
as their once beautiful homes,
crashes to the ground

By night,
the chaos is ceased,
and the animals come out,
to see their home in ruins

What once was a beautiful forest,
is now nothing but stumps,
with giant machines,
muddy from a long days work

The silent night shatters,
as they cry for everything they've lost,
and because of th knowledge,
that it will start againin the mourn