Through The Eyes Of The Vulture

Atop the hill he gazes
Across a sky of gray
Beneath him lies the forests
As vultures circle overhead

He hears the call of birds
He sees the deer in the field
He watches the squirrel gather food
He spots a snake stalking its prey

So much life is here before him
But his eye is like the vulture's
For in this place of living beauty
All he sees is death and decay