The dark night sky beckons with the cold chill of a moonless wind.
I hear the owls cry for food on the branches of technology.
Phone lines replace vines and their trees stand as no more than round planks.
Civilization weakens ecology to survive in a more sophisticated manner.
And how much is this rainforest worth?
Each tree having its own spirit and name.
The power of these fruits destroyed as serenely as the passing of a bird aeons ago.
And yet we call it the dodo, were the name not better suited to us?
Destroyers of our only existence, the world who feeds us and satisfies our every whim and crave.
How humane is the human race anyway?
