Until the earth I created in my image
Was butchered and plundered,
Not considered worthy by man,
Who destroyed the intricacies of its ecosystems,
Desecrating the skeleton of my grand design.
Those beautiful creatures in whom I wrought my dreams,
Their resplendent coats shining red-orange,
The colour of the shifting earth.
They were the most glorious of my conceptions,
Their stripes as rarefied as a human fingerprint,
Camouflaged by both the sunrise and the sunset,
A molten mix in which all of nature came together as one.
The chiaroscuro of creation pounding on the open grasslands
Or roaming the taiga in the frosted moonlight,
Those long limbs, at once strong and exquisite,
Pulling the strings of nature’s orchestra,
The very music of my pride.
Her stealth no match for the bestial madness of men
Determined to show dominance over nature
And the Almighty who created it.
In doing so they have created their own hell,
A world full of barbarism and loathing,
Instead of love and beauty.
Gone now the richness, the splendour,
The majesty of the greatest,
Pushed to the edge of existence
By men who themselves are shackled
By the chains of their own hate.