Struck stripped and stranded; under the scorching sun
Lay its futile body – like a guitar un-strummed.
An untouched beauty marred to the core
Not just its body it had lost its soul

Buried behind a range of the likes of its own
It knew as a victim it was not alone
Fallow as a desert and naked as the breeze
The epitome of paganism had lost its belief

Lumbered on its surface and scraped in its skin
It stood there grounded sickened from within
Knew not it why; knew not it when
This journey had started and when it would end

The face of nature against the hands of man
Had faced a blow that was hard to span
They stood together, precariously perched
As the mountains prayed for a better earth.

as man put a hand,across this land,
he gave waste to the meek and mild,
but did he not see, th' weak were truely wild?
trees were felled,none were held,
and a creatures were only filed,
those with fur n teeth,or big hairy feet,
not hearing the call of th wild,
man did his best,to hear th' rest,
but forgot to think of his own nest,
he plundered,and he blundered,
pulled new shoots from east to th west,
put down,for his new ground,only for his test,
when he turned around,upon this ground,
lonely man had forgot loves quest...........M.

and the flow goes on..: D WILL