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.