The Scarecrow

At the back of the ranch, is where the scarecrow stays.

He watches over night and day

A place of shade, while the sun disperses its merciless rays

A witness to everything beyond its gaze.

Animals scurrying, big and small

Holes through where insects crawl,

Towering trees, while their leaves fall

The scarecrow's hay eyes watch over all.

Joy echoes through the grass filled plains

An obscurity seems to remain.

Impurity fills the ocean, land and air

Yet everyone continues without a care

Trees and animals start to wear.

The world unveils under the scarecrows stare

Animals fleeing and plants die,

Fires spread while animals lie

Trails of black while birds fly,

Nothing is missed by the scarecrows eye.

The earth decays but

Nothing is missed by the scarecrow.