Are you aware of what's about you?
Things that others barely see.
That moss is not green, but blue
That sprout at your feet, not a weed, but a tree
I'm a forester, Lover of the land
Custodian of wildlife, and the / ? trees * * * * * *
Heart pulled tight like rubber band
Please, Oh God, give us direction, please.
Never the time to say my thoughts
About the land, and its abuse
Twilight time is here, and I'm taught
Modern day farming, what a ruse.
Lord (farmers) let some fields lay fallow
This old ground is wearing- out
Those tillers, their hearts are shallow
Wake them God, I don't have the clout
The wild ones watch from their shrinking cover
With bleeding eyes from choking stench and heavy dust
Shadows lengthen, noises fade, mist begins to hover
Crews retreat; they will be back, they must
Never mind costs are high, and prices low
That this land was not meant to farm
Trees and wildlife?they must go
If this is progress?then look out harm.