Walking into the forest,
With the sun gleaming to the fullest.
Wandering into the wilderness,
That has no end.
Climbing these monstrous hills,
Passing these abandoned mills.
The leaves that surround me
Fall off the trees free as a bee.
A group of deer slowly come into sight
But run full of fright.
Passing a grass field
Full of so much life the brain could not wield,
All the glory of nature that is destroyed,
All the life that was enjoyed
By the creatures that we call animals.
But who are we, when it is a fact that we are mammals?
Taking the life and homes of so many beauties of nature,
Just to make room for a factory that will never have a future.