It wasn't long after they found reason to back suspicion

After all, it isn't hard when he was boasting it from the sky,

As if he were heaven on Earth, the Universe's great mission,

Preaching the "future" as if nature wouldn't die

He had money and oh was he going to flaunt it

His influence tore through the city like a wildfire does a forest

He trounced through town, talking passerby's ears off with his little bit,

His venomous claws sinking into the country, from the rich to the very poorest

They heard many things

One day, he was to tear down a few trees

Another, to clip a bird's wings,

And sometimes, they wondered if the man would go so far as to try to reign in the breeze

Just as much as they loved nature, so he cared not for its great expanses,

With apathy bordering upon hate

But what was there to do? Nature was great and beautiful, but money was what saw through dances

Of power and the corrupt webs of it all- but was there anything to do without it being too late?