Poem - The EndWinds that once blew against the seasons' leaves, Now only blow on the square builds of construction. Where forests once stood, buildings come up with no crying. The government says they will do no more, But I believe they should stop lying.Poem - The End
Places where wolves once howled are gone, In place only the noise of a city. The shadows they hid in, only to come in our presence in need, But humans found them, And continued their terrible deed.
No bird to fly above the trees, Only crows to sit upon the metal towers. All birds craving for a proper home, A place
