[Raven]

As the wind gently caresses the trees, it shapes them to be tall and beautiful. The grass reaches to climb the tree but do so in vain. The flowers shine under the glorious sun they show off their rich colors. Then mankind comes and crushes all under its heavy weight. With metal they chop the beauty of the trees. With feet they stomp the poor vain grass. Then with hands they pluck the rich colors from the flowers. In the end it all wilts.