The good old days

Once upon a time, the trees could talk to me.

They told me of the land,

The bush, the sea, the bees,

When humans and nature co-existed, 

Back in the good old days.

Once upon a time, the trees could talk to me.

They told me of the times when we lived in harmony,

When people and trees worked together,

To give us what we have today,

Back in the good old days.

Once upon a time, the trees could talk to me.

Now it's different and we must accept

That they may not be coming back, unless we pull together

To save our planets and our land,

To find peace in the darkest times,

Just like the good old days.