What Was Once Home

Nature flows with the breath of wind

Trees, bugs, plants, animals all find tiny homes in the trees

Birds tend to their nest, swooping the treetops

The mice scatter onto the forest floor

And as high hollow trees home tiny creatures

The seasons will pass getting hotter

Hotter

Hotter

Until the dingoes arrive and all the plants shrivel up

And as the animals watch as what once was their home

Is burned and cut down…

Only for the greed of humans

That take more and more…

Until the breath is gone…