Just a short poem about a gentle scene...R&R, please.

Early morning, the gentle dew falling

A soft rain overnight, leaves a gentle mist

On the tip of a gold magnolia

Softly rising above a cloud of light fog

A blue jay rises above the air

Flying softly through the moisture-filled air

Suddenly is shot down by a twang of a hunter's gun

Below, the flowers are sliced to make way for a large mini-mall

And the fog is replaced by dark clouds of pollution

Human greed