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.