The canary sings sweetly on the branch,
Getting pet and fed a bunch as usual,
Complacency was an ordeal of the French,
Getting ploughed on the fields as casual.
The woodpecker pecking at the chubs of wood,
Its feathers endowed with golden sparkles,
The trunk’s metamorphosis inevitable for food,
Igniting sparks of profound miracles.
The vulture tears through the sky of the desert,
Hunting with vision across the Saharan sand,
Ripping up shreds of flesh as a delectable dessert,
From the days’ old carcasses of the sovereign land.
The human lexicon supercharged with electricity,
Humanity creating skyscrapers from magic dust,
Pilfering power from the Gods to transform possibility,
However formidable one truly is on the face of the planet,
Crumbling down knows no one.