Feeling Unwonderful

The thick forest's hill with wild flowers rolls through perfumed daises meadows, that are a haven to lovely hummingbirds: among thick trees there no waterfowls! These colorful birds avoid eerie darkness, they wake up at the appearance of light; they can't wait to dominate those vast vallies: hear their shrill as they start their daily flight! We all think that the above shies are peaceful, even birds fight for supremacy as humans do; I grumble at such cruelty feeling unwonderful: we admire space but ignoring God is a taboo! The brown and white stallions gallop slowly, it's not a battleground where they can neigh; they follow the horse trail breathing serenely: and while ballistic missiles blast, I smell death!