Watcher of the Trees
Destruction…
Blood flows out of trees onto the Earth’s floor.
Half the rainforests have been destroyed
I know, I’m the Watcher of the Trees.
Spirit of the Leaves,
I’m the Green Man of past centuries.
Foolish race, human race,
taking more than you’re put here for.
I’m the Watcher of the Trees,
whose numbers have purpose.
Can man say the same?
Destroying the children for profit and gain.
Spirit of the Leaves,
Angel of the Canopy,
each brother downed,
one less cure found.
Can you conceive such words as these?
Soon you shall not breathe.
I’m the voice of your atrocities.
Soon you shall not breathe.
Foolish race, human race,
find your place, or you'll be no more.
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