Sitting in solitude,
the solemn bird is eyeing
his former paradise.
He endures the scent of rotted
wood and stale grass,
facing the repercussions
of the politics
of nature.
After the bombs
of cold have flown over, leaving
mushroom clouds
of snow and taking
the leaves of the
trees as speechless
victims,
There is nothing left but
a view of his
former paradise.
On the face of the seemingly
tangled trees and
dead woods,
he can read the
message:
“It’s time to leave.”
So he flies from
this war zone in
search of another
soon to come.
Eli is a seventeen year old from Missouri.