Forest Song

Forest, oh, forest,
I hear your song
Saplings planted in
Dead of night,
Blessed to become
Forest, oh, forest,
Such melody
You offer:
Fledglings shall
Learn to soar
High above your
Forest, oh, forest,
What is that
Dreadful sound?
Men invade,
Strip you bare-
Leave nothing but
Loud void.
Forest, oh, forest.
What have we done?
Who now will hear
Your song?

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