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Behind the branches hide faces in the dark

And deep in the woods secrets lie waiting

The wisdom of spirits captured within

The green Earth, the fertile one, that carries my feet

If only they could see all her beauty

Hail to your glory, hail to your comeliness

To all you're giving, to all you're abjuring

Your bestowals are abused

They let rot your skin and your fruits

For no one remains who'd value

Or retreat to your tree

If they listened they could hear them

Dancing and praising their mother's preciousness

And if they finally opened up their eyes

They would agree to be ostracised

How long is she willed to endure our disgrace?

We devour her trees

Tear out her veins

Drink her blood

Although were already replete

Until all's gone

Until all's deserted

Rubbles and ashes, what have we done?

Why don't they see? Why don't they regret?

All my cries they die away, unheard

I'll stay with your tree until the end.