The crystal clear streams.

The crisp scent of pine in the air.

The birds fly freely in the morning hours.

A small furry creature scampers in the grass.

Peaceful clearings surrounded by walls of wood.

Mosaics of dew shine between the trees.

Land of harmony, where all creaters belong.

By sky, by sea, by land. During day or night.

What is here will never change.

Yet humans, the "Achievers".

The only to accomplish the impossible.

The "go getters" that went to far.

We turn the streams brown.

We poison the air.

We hunt the birds for sport.

We exterminate the pests.

We make the clearings into plains.

We teardown cobbwebs from ancient trees.

We rule a land where we do what we want.

We fly, we swim, we run, all day and night.

We shape what we see into what we want.

We, the apex of evolution.

The best of the best,

Have killed our mother, Gaea.