He stands upon the mountain
Towards the precipice
Peering out upon the valleys and the tree lined forests
A hawk flies low overhead and in the stream below he spies a beaver
Building a dam…
This beautiful countryside
Seemingly untouched by man
Nature at it’s best
A small corner of a world that seems lost
The wolf howls in the distance and the elk run
The sunshine is at its peak
A gorgeous summer day
In the distance nothing is heard but rushing water
And a crow calling for a mate
And if you listen very close you can hear the flapping of small hummingbird wings
Soft and soothing like the angels themselves
If only it could remain
Sacred to all and protected
A place to go when life seems cruel and unjust
But soon it too will be overtaken, marred by the reality
That man destroys that which they don’t understand
Those things that they should admire
That should amaze them ….
When will we learn? When shall we finally see?
When shall the truth replace the lie?
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