I weep for the forest,
the old growth and new,
Are tossed on the ground
Like some toothpick stew.

The piles are silent,
Once spruces, so grand,
This greed Man possesses
I?ll not understand

As I walked up the trails
Tears blurred my eyes.
I was in the midst of a graveyard
Where all trees had died.

I bowed my head down to God,
Knelt down at My Place,
And prayed for the forest
That progress erased.