The Forest Disaster

A tree holds life

Warm, covered

For birds of all kinds

Safe, mothered

A gentle breeze drifts past

Cold, alone

Soft moss lies on some bark

Laying, waiting

The starless sky has gone underneath the canopy

They all dream of one thing:

They sense a disaster is coming…

Down go the trees

Up goes the smoke

A battle scene from the latest game

The machines swim around like sharks

Fire, chaos

Birds flee, forest dwellers go to sleep and never wake up

The winds turn to storms

No more life left to live

Only death