Begin

Begin
Poem written by Laura Barton

The trees begin to fall, crash to the ground
Animals begin to retreat
Way is made for many new buildings
Destroying terrain under feet

As the machines begin to roar and the flocks begin the flight
Paw-steps give way to running
Unnatural sounds are filling the air
They can sense the danger coming

Because of hands, the ground begins to die
The animals are driven to exile
As they are forced to leave their own lands
The wolves see something that’s vile

Across the lands the pack is driven
But yet everywhere they turn
The feral canines find themselves facing
That which they cannot discern

Buildings begin to stretch up into the sky
And also take over the land
The valleys are vanishing, territory gone
The wolves have nowhere to stand

The pack begins to tremble, confused and alone
In this jungle made of concrete
No grass under their paws and the noise around
Overpowers the call to meet

Smoke clouds the sky and it begins to grow dark
No shelter for the wolves to take
With other animals, try to find a place untouched
Yet the ground begins to shake

Surrounded by this with no place to return
No longer with land to defend
The wolves will howl out their sorrow
While nature begins to end.