A Sound Some Day Missing

A young bird fallen from its' nest to the ground. A mother bird searches all around She called & she called, but her young, wasn't found. A voice, a noise, a sound gone from the earth Beauty is gone forever, from the fallen young bird. Our wild life is dying, not given its' worth. Our children must learn to respect the animals of the earth. Someday we won't hear the sounds of the forest or the sounds of the rivers nor the sounds of the birds. We won't hear the howls of wolves, Nor will the growls of, the bears will be, heard... David J. Caldera (Bear) 03/28/08