Biocleansing

In the lofty forest as a child I did roam,
High up in the branches was a place I could call home.
I’d gaze out on the countryside for miles in every way,
It’s beauty took my breath from me, for how the country lay.

The wind would gently rock the boughs in a soothing sway,
It brought the warmth of sunshine to me begging me to stay.
But far off in the distance I could see an odd dark cloud,
Which day by day crept closer like a living evil shroud.

My friends and I began to pray, some quiet and some loud,
A few began to shake in fear where once they were so proud.
Soon the smell of fire filled our hearts with chilling bode,
Then we heard an awful sound as the humans built their road.

Creaking, cracking moans of death erupted stark and cold,
As they took the life of all the places our lives owed.
The only choice left to us was to leave or stay and die,
Among the twisted carcasses that now lay tossed awry.

As we fled our homeland I looked back, one last goodbye.
Vast carnage left behind us, thru my tears I wondered why.
My beautiful rain forest, once a land so filled with grace,
Had but in a moments time been permanently erased.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater