| The Eyes of the Forest |
|---|
| I have seen you cutting down trees |
| Trees that were planted |
| To aid you to breathe |
| And I’ve seen you pluck carelessly |
| Fruit yet unripened |
| Then discard their seeds |
| Over mist, through leaves |
| I have seen |
| Change in the fields |
| Where corn once stood in sheaves |
| Scattering poisons? |
| Tainting our earth |
| No salute to life’s cycle |
| No hope of rebirth |
