Our Forgotten Hearth

Should the trees all but fall

Who is to blame but us all?

Those splendid days we spent

Under the shade they lent

But what of those days

When they cried a plea

To run from our blade

Who paid them any heed?

We claim to love them

But we all but kill them

The essence that keeps us alive

Oh, how will it survive?

Our Beloved Earth

We claim it to be our Hearth

Our homes within walls

Might be pristine and clean

But the wild land awaits

Dying, unseen.