On his desk was an old stuffed bird,
Once beautiful and full of life, now
Beautiful and full of fluff.
This particular bird was the talk of the town
Its feathers were an array
of every colour imaginable.
Before long all the town was filled with
Old stuffed birds, one on every desk,
And antlers on the wall. But the fields
Were ever so empty.
The skies lacked their colourful friends.
The man thought he could own nature
And in his vanity nature began to die.