Word from a Huntsman

Walking, striding, wandering, further and further
line after line, row upon row, they stand
staring, looking, gazing, beyond mer mortals
stretching, growing, withering.

Knowledge, wisdom, illuminated, they know things
stuff, combinations, history, what we need
about the woods, the animals, the spiders, us
will them tell us, enlighten us, teach us?

Before our hand, they burn, wither, fade away
chopping, hacking, slashing, tearing, ripping
diminishing, leaving, slipping away they are
a fraction of the shadow they once had

No, it is to late for them,
teaching us they will not, cannot
to far have we pushed them
to much, for to long, with no regret

That, will be our fall, our Achilles heel, our last mistake
our pride will be our doom, not being able to step down
down to earth, walk among the trees, run with the wolfs
thus is our fate sealed, with no way back

No second chance, and when we understand
when we first notice, we have already fallen
with no way of climbing back...

But Mother always comes back, but we will not be here...