Are you aware of what's about you? Things that others barely see. That moss is not green, but blue That sprout at your feet, not a weed, but a tree I'm a forester, Lover of the land Custodian of wildlife, and the / ? trees ****** Heart pulled tight like rubber band Please, Oh God, give us direction, please. Never the time to say my thoughts About the land, and its abuse Twilight time is here, and I'm taught Modern day farming, what a ruse. Lord (farmers) let some fields lay fallow This old ground is wearing- out Those tillers, their hearts are shallow Wake them God, I don't have the clout The wild ones watch from their shrinking cover With bleeding eyes from choking stench and heavy dust Shadows lengthen, noises fade, mist begins to hover Crews retreat; they will be back, they must Never mind costs are high, and prices low That this land was not meant to farm Trees and wildlife?they must go If this is progress?then look out harm.