Answer:
there is an empty expanse
where the forest lays the eggs of man
and breeds villainy into little baskets of life
that prey on mother nature
like leeches on the edge of glory
with the foulmouth tongue of business.
dogs run wild with no leashes:
the same could be said for man,
for there are few waves without the wind.
there is little life without death.
no man without the wild woman of the earth.
and yet we fall from eden
till we crash and burn,
till the forest grows anew,
till the sky is once more blue.
