Civilization a Pitfall

In the cool wind of the morning, I still my feet to stop the sound of boots.

The only sign of my living, being my breath, breathe in breathe out, thankfully the rythym continues.
I have heard, and made a lot of cacophony with sticks, drums and harsh words.
This cool morning I wish none of those, just profound silence, as if to compensate the noise of civilization.
Have you been in a forest, far from the city, have you immersed yourself with sounds nature made and found the difference.
The rythym of creation, so different from that of civilization.
If man had given ear to these sounds, maybe just maybe, his destructive creation would have lost its teeth, and the bite would be softer on the earth and environment as a whole.
He might have realized that all the glitter and massive structures he is making is only, in fact a bigger hole to bury the whole of mankind.