Copyright @ 2003 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name=Lark Douglas
Oh When Will The Forest Reign Supreme Once More? When Will It Live To Be Explored? The Green of The Moss, The Scent Of Pine! All Of God's Creature That Live There Confined! All That Remains Of Woods That Were Fine! Smaller, and Smaller Each Year As They Decline! So Much Beauty Missing Now; The Size Of A Thimble, Shrinking Yet Tiny Now! Why Cannot Man Leave It Alone? Can He Not Build His Home From Stone? The Heart Of The Forest Is Growing So Thin. Soon It's Great Heartbeat Will Blow In The Wind! Then No More Beauty, Or Smells So Divine! Just A Field of Stumps; Where Giants Once Climbed. A Moment Of Weeping Is Well Understood; For Our Forests So Lovely Have Gone Into Wood! A Truth For The Time That Grows Closer Each Year! Our Forest Are Ebbing As Death Draws Them Near!
