The trees are made of skin and bone
They stand together yet alone
They grasp at the fleeting sun
And wish to follow clouds and run
But do you hear their desperate pleas?
Their cries are lost in the breeze
We have forgot our wilder days
When dancing fairies caught our gaze.
When birds would talk and forests grew
Before the world chased tech and new
Now trapped in office walls, we play
While ancient woods are burned away
Rooted into the grass and soil
Lost souls trapped in their turmoil.
Weeping branches, a shadowed caves
Their spirits ash, we cannot save