Howling Wilderness

In the wind, hear a plaintive, mournful wail. It is more than a wolf caught in a trap. It's more than fishing gear catching a whale and rainforests being wiped from the map. It is a voice that cannot speak in words. Across the ages, you discern the moan of vanishing prairies, buffalo herds, that's carried by plowed up topsoil, windblown. Earth's untamed ecosystems we hold dear are crying softly, asking for our help, grimly warning that they will disappear. Like a badly injured dog's dying yelp, hear the wilderness's last gasping breath, "Save me from the clench of languishing death".