In this world there's an unknown forest
deep within parts not explored - yet.
A corner of earth that's a mystery,
only to our human race.
A residence, of an ancient clan
that have lived here for generations, and have survived -
by remaining in
this place of seclusive presidence.
A forest - an extensive population
Of lizards - various breeds
Most un-named, some with
almost human features
Most half breeds.
Some you'll find can even fly, their species is growing larger
All are born, within the
trees, and their skin is rough like
They are born with just a mother, from a spawn taken from the tree
is secreted on her skin, within days a child is within.
Only six weeks and the child is born - a male but no genitals
There are no
need for these as all are fathered by the trees.
This is a race on a steady decrease, an unknown foe called 'humans'
pollution, drifting across, ocean to their land
Causing - drought, killing the trees
Taking their life source, causing distress,
elders call council
Much discussion, form strategy
Then after much careful planning, decides
To send a troop of flying lizards,
Their mission is to discover
What it is that is destroying
Their fragile eco-system
And to try make things
We are a race from an ancient source
that have lived here for generations
And have destroyed- a multitude of things
our time of residence, we must now face our destruction
by a division of lacertilians,
Their bodies are more resistant to
weapons (than) anything we can create.
We are now doomed to extinction
And, we surely deserve it.
Mistreatment, of our worl
Will lead to certain death,
Please forgive - our human race.