Life.
What is life?
Is it a creation?
Is it a privilege?
Is it a chance?
No.
It's a choice.
A choice that this cruel
world takes advantage of each and
everyday.
It saddens the people of true nature
to watch as its beauty is stripped
from its palms, not even giving it a
second chance.
Many examples are out in this
demise.
The sweet deer smiles as it sees its
little fawn
for the very first time only
to run away in despair as tears
mix with freshly poured blood
while a hunter's trap meets its goal
around the head of a stumbling fawn
that just learned to walk.
The bird's nest soars
high above the ground as the
children of a powerful, beautiful,
and graceful
bald eagle teaches his children to fly,
hunt, and train properly.
The children hoot and screech in
delight as they fly with their father,
their wings reaching their highest
heights.
As the family come back from an
amazing
day of spectacular wonders of the
forest holder,
they look on with tears
in their eyes as their majestic
home burns to the ground with such
force,
causing the father to panic
and fly away with his new troubled
legacy.
One he planned on spending with his
now forever sleeping wife.
This world tries but fails
many times to change.
Not much longer before whoever
created this troubled
world will want revenge
for all the innocent and wonderful
souls it lost through humanity's
change.
That thing WILL come.
And it WILL be anger.
Because it is the "CREATOR".
And creators ALWAYS come.