The Axe Forgets, the Tree Remembers
For many a long year have we been idle
As they came in droves to rape and kill,
Our mother wept such bitter tears,
Watching, as they quaffed their fill.
Unheard, our pleading cries hung on the air,
Thickened with particles of each heart,
Just their piercing screams tormenting us
As they viciously rent our bodies apart.
Our numbers are dimishing daily,
Our ancestors voices cry out in pain,
Their spirit in us will fade into extinction,
Our like will ne'er be seen again.
We call on them to imbue us with strength
And sorcery to enchant our boughs
That we may squeeze life from our enemies
As the susurrous night wind chillingly soughs
Then, deforestation will be a remnant of the past,
Once more our leaves will canopy the earth,
Mother nature in all her glory will smile once more
As her beloved forests embrace rebirth.