Green

under a canopy of green,

life thrives.

crystal river rushes over moss ridden pebbles;

leaps over falls;

licks the bank 

birds call one another;

near and far,

their song is returned

dark creatures stalk past ancient wood;

ready to pounce,

around a circle of life

leaves dance in wind or breath;

eager to move;

their striking coats

under a canopy of green,

life thrives;

forest thrives,

with sounds of peace and contentment;

until the axe strikes;

and the sounds pause;

as the forest listens to an echo of greed