Stomps and pounds from boots in water

Leaps and bounds from beach to shore


Booming sounds of guns and slaughter

Whining hounds and flying gore


An orange gown of leaves and raindrops

Falls among the sodden ground


Horse’s hooves are boldly clopping

Striding over ditch and mound


Creatures freeze and crouch and cower

Still, in hope they won’t be found


Why can we not use our power?

Why can’t we be turned around?


Stop and stand, be still and listen

Taking only what is ours


Let the silence change our systems

Let the earth regrow and flower