A gentle wind, that rustles the leaves, 
 
 is whispering in my ear
 
 A bright moon gazes at me through the forests canopy 
 
 lighting my path
 
  
  Wandering through the forest I marvel at its beauty
 
 All shades of moss covering the grounds on which I softly tred.
 
 Sometimes I sense a wild animal staring in wonder at my appearance
 
 and silently I watch them, wondering if they are aware of what's coming to them
  
 
 But a strange unnatural noise in the 
 
 distance startles the animal and I see it speeding off
 
 I softly weep for I know that the days of comforting silence are gone
  
 
 Under a moonlit sky I wander through the forest
 
 marvelling at its beauty, the serenity, the natural silence
  
 
 The sky is red with the burning fire of the trees, it makes me weep
 
 I see some heavily mutilated animals running towards me in panic
 
 I am shocked at the selfishness of the men who thought of this destruction
 
 of the earth on which I was born and raised
  
 
 Under a moonlit sky I wander through the forest
 
 a deathly silence around the scorched ghostlike trees
  
 
 Even for the creatures of the wild, 
 
 there is no escape from the wars which scorch the earth.
 
 Defeat will mean the final death of us all.