• This is a time before man. There is a small bird flying through the air without problems. A sly fox watches it carefully with intentions to harm it but decides to give up. One day, man emerges and hurts the animals of the once calm forest. He hunts them, he eats them, and he abuses them. Mankind is once working together, then turns upon themselves for domination.
    The once fragile forest where a small bird could fly is now being torn apart for battles of mankind. Animals are then hunted and killed in the most merciless of ways. They are trapped and imprisoned for the mere amusement and pleasure of man.
    The animals are used as slaves for the war of man. Animals feel that man should not fight against his brothers as animals quarrel not amongst their species. As time passes, the species of man grows bigger and small pity quarrels turn to large fight as they send groups of men against each other to clash to the death. Animals witness as rivers of crimson red blood gushes over the charred ground. Not even ravens nor vultures would think to eat the gruesome remains of the fallen for the true inhumanity of how the poor men died.
    The animals watch amazed as few even shed a tear for their fallen friends. The animals watch as their once never ending perfect forest in which the small bird could fly without being harmed was now a battlefield for the cruel and wasteful man. They watch in true horror as men kill their own brother in whom he embraced in love and friendship. The ever-towering trees were reduced turn to weapons of man. The once rolling plains of grass were now ablaze with flames that reached for the sky.
    After all that man has done it all ends, the bloodshed, the fighting just stops, they just cease to exist because of a horrific creation of man, but in the end life, life anew shall spring forth. There under the rubble and bloodshed of man lays a sapling, which shall one day grow forth and shall create a new forest.