Rocks, water and strong wind
it was like time before
a time when life was secluded and untouched
as if man never existed
pristine grass covered hills
no litter, no pollution just nature
it wouldn't last as years gone by
man corrupt by his making dominated the earth
no giant or fable could save earth from destruction
scooped-out lakes made by the hands of slightly crazy giants
often outwitted by the hero of the story,
imagine, the excitement caused by the birth of Paul Bunyan
a mere fable in time but still told
a hemisphere naturally better
now bristled and overcrowded
our world now has a failing sense of identity