Soft and warn under the sunny rays
Out in the wilderness
For no one to find
The grass is untouched, the flowers still thrive
Man has not found this little piece of heaven yet
Eating away whatever is in their path
Always in fear the humans will come and the peaceful place will fall
Destruction they will bring
Out of their homes of metal and asphalt into our home they will come
Walking with their machines and their guns to shed blood on unstained grass and set their homes in a place that was never theirs to take
I love that last line...such awful truth, so well put.
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