This is Our Home

Rushing water winds through the trees
into the forest and its serenity.
With the songs of birds
and the buzzing of cicadas
This is our home,
it has always been

Drifting paper falls to the floor.
Logs burn in fireplaces
Near the rumbling of a truck engine
and the buzzing of chainsaws.
Is this our home now?
Is this how it will always be?

The forest is our home
to nurture,
to protect.
It is our home
to care for
never to neglect.