Emerald leaves and stained-glass glitter the old-growth forest breathes in a lusciously green daydream. silent pitches spin out of busy gust wind much life lives among great tree trunks reaching up. Then cruel metal saws sounds are irritating annoying. The fades now into chaos. massive fall exposed roots flailing. An wound exists where once was plentiful. Devastated creatures flee their homes transformed. pregnant sky grows heavy with intentional blood. Where temperate roof was whimpering sun shines. bleeding earth cries for help. We do it short-lived illusion gain. don't devastation. We're permanent plague. trees scream wheeze silence. It's deafening plea so many words beneath incinerated heavens. If we adjust if transform it's our sad future.