Behold a sickening paradise:
Once awoken by twittering birds
Soaring down through the morning sky,
Demanding to be seen and definitely heard.
Now, the jungle is quiet.

Where the creatures of the day and night
Roamed so happily as they should,
Such a magnificently terrifying sight.
Now, the jungle is still.

Trees were calmly active every single day
Fighting hard for mere existence,
The true warriors of the jungle, don’t you say?
Now, the jungle is vulnerable.

Men ventured through nature delighted
And fought an orderly battle,
Not noticing their mistakes, being shortsighted.
Now, the jungle is painstakingly barren.