Why let them

Nature is the wind apron which the old stories do sail, unto new land new souls new people, let not the borders bind the stories which only the trees may tell.

The stories of blue green and grey of north of south of all the worlds ways, the trees tell these stories and bind them not by border , but by song and by zeal.

But a blow has been struck against nature and trees, a blade of vile hate and of bloody greed, why yet do we stand for these strikers of blows and not the trees through which the wind blows.

Nature is dying and yes it is our fault, letting them turn our pasts into smoke, burning the trees away , and all for the oil and coal which they horde away

Let us not stand idle against this crime the rubble and grime, let us stand and protect our pasts, our trees, our lives, tear down these idols of faulted advance and protect what tell our past.

Without our past there is no future 
Don’t let these business folk rip away what is us and ours