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.