The forest is much more than just alive.
It’s all connected in myster’ous ways.
And though you scorch her surface, she survives.
The heart of what is here cannot be fazed.
 
It speaks in ways no ear could ever hear.
In chemicals and quantum messages.
When any plant is damaged there are tears.
And we’d be wise to heed the presages.
 
For when you hurt the forest there is pain.
To think they cannot feel is just naive.
Together they rejoice when there is rain.
And erupt into chorale in the eve.
 
If ever you did wonder know this now:
There’s no life in replacing trees with plows.