ANSWERS

where answers are found

in swiftly rushing rivers,

slick stones line the banks,

thirsty trees line up

to drink the water.

the animals,

surefooted,

fearlessly

share the bounty.

the wind twists

and returns,

rallying green troops,

bringing the winged ones

to drink,

to feast.

frogs and 

fish and

flies

converging

in endless dance

until man

arrives,

appropriates the view,

in all its forms,

clears some trees,

loosens soil's grasp

upon the land;

it slips away with the wind,

washes away withthe rain

until only

the deep-rooted plants

can draw the life-sustaining water.

the herbivores that come

will find less food. they move on.

The four-legged hunters will

find less prey.

winged visitors will 

find no bugs, no

frogs, 

no seeds taking root

in the asphalt. with its

scent stil acrid to the nose,

on the tongue.

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