Breath of curving, dangerous wild,
Eyes of endless ocean,
Church spires bristling along his back,
Heart overflowing with veiled emotion.

What can he do, except watch with sorrow
As humans destroy the Earth?
Knowing that by daylight tomorrow
All there’ll be left is dead trees and broken dirt.

Frustration churns inside his mind;
He could win any battle,
Beat any fight
But he can do nothing in the Humans’ war between wrong or right.