How the Forest Dies

The thunder of the hooves and paws, shaking the heart of the earth

Louder than that of a storm

Left and right there were animals of all kinds stampeding, howling, and charging

The dust flew, blanketing the madness, and the noise was deafening,

The scene a mirror of war

The war against the people, and the first creatures, animals

A scream from the shriek of roots being prised from the core

A thud that echoes around the chaos

The flail of brown limbs

The animals are frightened

The elders of the green dead

The feeling of safety gone as quick as the animals, long gone

As soundlessly as an abducted breath of life

Odd silence seeps through the shock

The silence that depicts the loss, the missing, the gone

The elders of the forest are under attack

The children of the Yellow Bloodwood die

The flowers neglected and dirtied

This is how the forest dies