The world today

In a world torn apart by conflict,

As the grasses wither and die.

Mighty beasts that roam shall Be no more,

while every fish Chokes to death from our waste,

I ask you this, Mankind:

What shall become of the weeping Willow trees?

As you build thy houses Of ash, elm, maple and oak.

Adding cedar, fir and pine.

My Goodness are we so blind?

Watching birds as they fly And fall from the sky,

I ask thee, Mankind, why?

WHITE WOLF