Peace?

Far from the noisy city,

Lay a place where the birds sing,

Green flora all around,

With no people to be found.

The animals come out of their holes,

They seem at peace, no fear at all,

With no guns or hunter's spears,

They listen to the wind.

The soft breeze whistles through their ears,

No bulldozers, or unkind words,

Disturb the calm and quiet world,

That nature has built for them.

The four seasons pass by,

Not a human in sight,

But then a roar comes out of the forest,

Giving the animals a fright,

The last bit of land,

Dies at the speed of light.