Vulnerable Wildlife- Same Poem Different Form

(Free Verse) How we miss those lovely, verdant scenes of woodlands that framed our riversides; rich, with hearty trees and creature life... callously mowed down, destroyed in name of progress and development... deforestation...acres of lush trees, and their creatures also now long gone; territory lost by human cause. They left; now stray into our yards, exiled, hungry, have nowhere to go. Once they roamed in nature's paradise, now destroyed and cleared for building mega-mansions on the shore. Wealth...with loss of nature's gifts; no mind, the killing of the trees... sending animals to roam our streets. Where do we find solutions? What can we do to save Earth's loss? Protect our creatures' lives? As long as money rules...there are none. (Iambic Pentameter) For many years, a green, dense forest grew between our homes and the long river's edge; we lived our days in peace with a great view and happy animals were safe below the ledge. But, all too soon that land became the prize- as builders claimed the lovely riverfront would lure great buyers as large mansions rise; no care that animals would bear the brunt. And so, the land was cleared for many miles between the river and the older homes. Creatures of the wild began their trials- as into private yards, each species roams. Their groups were broken up and now have spread to find new shelters if and where they can; deer, fox, coyotes, raccoons- bears embed the space that doesn't meet their deserved plan.