Behind the branches hide faces in the dark
And deep in the woods secrets lie waiting
The wisdom of spirits captured within
The green earth, the fertile one, that carries my feet

If only they could see all her beauty

Hail to your glory, hail to your comeliness
To all you're giving, to all you're abjuring

Your bestowals are abused
They let rot your skin and your fruits
For no one remains who'd value
Or retreat to your tree

If they listened they could hear them
Dancing and praising their mother's preciousness
And if they finally opened up their eyes
They would agree to be ostracised

How long is she willed to endure our disgrace?

We devour her trees
Tear out her veins
Drink her blood
Although were already replete
Until all's gone
Until all's deserted

Rubbles and ashes, what have we done?
Why don't they see? why don't they regret?
All my cries they die away, unheard
I'll stay with your tree until the end

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