Greed and ego

Time spent on all fours. Smell of the earth. The worms and bugs in the ground. The must that fills the air masked with the smell of the Forrest. The trees have a scent of their own. They talk to the others sharing information. Natures own internet. The echoes of the songs from others fill the air. It’s cold and damp. Even though it’s late autumn I’m still warm. Snow comes soon but this winter will not be barren of food. The two legged ones have made it so. The deer and the elk stay further away from them. They know that they have lost their connection to the mother. They are diseased with a hunger that can no longer be filled by simply feeding. Their hunger is boundless. Like a creature that is unaware it is sick. There is no cure for this disease. Only the death of the infected will prove to return balance. take away the access to bounty and they will lose interest and be forced to change or more than likely fall to their disease.