I sit in the middle of my forest. Mediating if you will. It helps me block out the screams. It helps me control my anger and harness it into magic. I feel the wind blowing against the leaves of the trees. I feel the wind blow through the blades of grass on the field. I look up and see a bird chirping. It was as beautiful as the sea. I watch it fly to the nest and sing sweetly.

I stare at it. It's the most colorful thing in the forest. I smile at it. It's like the rest of them. They depend on trees. Yet, time and time again, they are cut down. The bird flies down I reach for it with my hand. It lands on it. It chirps to my face. It then soon flies off. As I listen to the song, it fills me with sadness. Every bird in all the land is sad. Why shouldn't they be? They are angry just like the rest of them. 

I intend to fix this. I intend to make every bird, every animal have a home.