Is it true that once there where such a thing as trees?
Trees that would cover the skies ever so passionately,
So green with charm, one’s thoughts would wonder.
Without worry, without reason.

Flowers that would so often be disregarded.
Beautiful so uncommon it was offered to the beautiful, lovers, married and to the dead.

Animals so versatile that they had be taxidermized , given as gifts.

So lowly hang humans to themselves.

The whispers of nature are heard by those who can still reminisce on its beauty.

The beauty that they stripped.

The remains of nature do not whisper,
The remains of nature scream in attempts to not go extinct.

There will soon be no more picnics on the grass,
There will no longer be a zoo of animals.

But yes, it’s true… if we listen long enough…
we will hear our retention of the fabricated whisper of nature. That we have come to appreciate.

The birds are now drones
The mind is now… reminiscing desperately on the whispers of nature.
but we can only imagine.

#WhisperingNature
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