Life of the wilderness

I sit down by the creek and watch the water flow gently through the river end

I watch and listen to the birds use twigs to make themselves some beds.

I listen to the sound of the water trickling down the river.

I look into the water and it acts as a mirror.

I listen to the bell birds yelp and ring.

I wonder why they are so good at singing.

I get distracted by the calls of the birds

and that is how I come up with these fine words.

I hate the way that we destroy the life of the wilderness,

take the birds and chop down their nests.

We should be welcome to making animals feel safe again,

like we destroy the rabbits little dens 

and we kill creatures that try to harm us

when we are the visitors and they are the rulers of their fine home.

And the trees, we chop them down

but we keep the tallest one standing alone.

The creatures we harm for our life to be better

but really we are just making life a lot worse.

Without the trees we have no air and

without the bees we have no flowers,

without the the beavers we will lose to climate change.