In this world there's an unknown forest   deep within parts not explored - yet.   A corner of earth that's a mystery,   though 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   Scaled.......Bark.....   They are born with just a mother, from a spawn taken from the tree   It 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'   Deadly 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, a-broad   Their mission is to discover   What it is that is destroying   Their fragile eco-system   And to try make things right.   We are a race from an ancient source   that have lived here for generations   And have destroyed- a multitude of things in   our time of residence, we must now face our destruction   by a division of lacertilians,   Their bodies are more resistant to our   weapons (than) anything we can create.   We are now doomed to extinction   And, we surely deserve it.   Deluded arrogance, Mistreatment, of our worl   Will lead to certain death,   Please forgive - our human race.