There's nowhere quite as peaceful and serene as the outdoors, where

even in the fall the Sitka Spruces, Western Hemlocks, and Douglas Firs greenery surround me,

acting as natures skyscrapers, standing tall

like guardians, rising towards the sky. Surrounded by Evergreens, Animals sing

their songs to Mother Earth, to say thanks for the gift of Life.

It's in this forest that I, and them, remember to caress, the life that is outdoors.

I prefer it here, much more than I do being behind closed doors.

Within this Forest I am left awestruck, humbled, and in despair.

The residents of these evergreen filled homes face a ticking bomb of safety, until others like me

bring our metal skyscrapers to replace their way of life.

If I walk far enough I'll be in the presence of a magnificent waterfall,

that sheds tears of great sorrow, as it sings

it's thunderous song, echoing into spring.

It calls upon those who adore

what Mother Earth bestowed upon all

the world, warning them to beware,

for all of earth's life

is now at the mercy of those like me.

Treated like a meme,

this suicide bomb will explode, playing

earth's final song, saying goodbye to Life.

As the Earth's blues, acknowledges the war

we raged against ourselves, all

because of our needless dreams. Where

will you say you were when the Evergreens fell? Will you ask where

the Gray Wolf went when it's extinct? All because we carried on with our theme,

as if history has not taught us all

to be better. With great sorrow and fear, the earth will sing,

as we continue to hide behind our doors,

ignoring our theft of the gift of Life.

In the land of freedom, we have learned to live an ignorant life,

a privileged one. We have yet to have to ask where

the gift of Life has gone. We ignore the limitations of the outdoors,

afraid of taking blame and saying, "it was me."

Instead we escape by saying, "you." We are all

witnesses to this massacre. As our mighty machines sing

their war song, we shall all be guilty of stealing away earth's life.

Where will we all be when the

outdoors become a barren ball of rock?