I am the forest ancient and full
I am the tree that stands proud and tall
I am the branches that reach to the sky
Watching the flutter by, buttering fly
I am the leaf that grows rich and green
I am not worth much, unless you have seen
My roots that run deeper than those of a man
And yet He still claims: This is my land!
I am enraged with what has become of my kin
How dare you play God! Beware of your sin.
