41. February 10th
Outside looks dormant,
Nothing moves, everything still.
Is the wrath waiting for something?
The time we dread or love?
The day begins;
The sun starts to shine,
Nature wakes up,
And begins to rise from a stupor.
At noon the sun is high in the sky,
With plants and trees all around.
Yet the day is still peaceful,
And everything is sound.
The afternoon slowly wears on,
And still all are happy and safe.
All of nature works together,
Companions for life, they think.
Later humans come along,
Ruining thousands of years of peace.
Wanting to be all-powerful,
Taking over the world.
Finally, night comes and the day ends.
But what happened at the end is not known.
Do the humans destroy the world?
Or live alongside all species in harmony?