Turmoil In The Countryside

There's turmoil in the countryside, turmoil in the countryside.
The deafening hum of chain saw and the roar of bulldozers ar heard for miles.
Thousands upon thousands of healthy trees tumble to their death.
Forest animals of many species barely escape the rampage.
Elaborate butterflies and scores of flying and crawling insects scatter in all directions.
Flocks of rare birds flee in a frenzy.
Mounds of soil are piled high to cover ponds and streams filled with abundant aquatic life.
A blinding light flares in our presence.
Acrid gray smoke permeates the once fragrant air of the woods.
The massacists have set the stage for the future.

by Margaret Marshall

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