Our Quiet place Gone

“It was quiet”, a quiet place where we played. The trees swaying and singing, this was a peaceful place!
The sound of children laughing filled the air,  our lives were good and fair. Our world seemed so small;
the trees were so tall and the rivers so long, everything was simple, but magical of all.
Life was good when I was young,  but we must grow up and see our flaws and stumble and fall.
As light shimmered through the string of trees, life stands still,  birds whistle and the bees buzz, creating a harmonises melody that watches over us.
But all things good things come to an end, our quiet place was no longer there, never to return. The ground was roaring, and the sky turned black, once a peaceful paradise turned dark with ash.
They came, they took, they killed and stole, these beasts were bad. Our homes were no more.
They stormed our forest and stole our trees, “Once Free”  Now trapped forevermore!!!