Do you remember the sound of the wind,
its music and the tale it brings?
It was carrying minute pieces of this vast world,
and was a palette carrying color and Earth's artistic splendour.

Do you still hear the wolves howl to the moon from hills,
the melody of their notes emphasizing their unbroken will,
The strength in the pack as they stick together,
and remain undivided as they journey till forever?

Can you hear the dancing and clapping of trees,
and the waltz their branches perform with the evening breeze?
The expressions of life miniature but present,
Becoming the display of emotions in Earth's ignored elements.

Can we hear it as we did before today's world came;
Before the earth was changed to property to be claimed?
Before the many tiny channels nature used to whisper,
became sealed and the strength in her voice withered.

Betrayed by the inhabitants she longed to shield,
torn down to shreds by their desire to always build,
And losing the...