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