Last week humans scrapped
in forests,
Each berry and carcass was ours–
We hunted, we gathered,
We made huts of sticks,
Decorated with vines and flowers.
Just days ago we made
villages,
Fresh...
Over the lake is
a large growing tree
that stands over me
like a symbol of change.
I remember this lake,
when it was a pond,
sky and water a bond,
glistens all that filled.
I checked...
