The trees, the trees are prophesy
 Their collective memory grand
 equips the trees to well foresee
 beyond the reign of man 

 
 In forests or in parks 
 or standing on their own
 if trees of the world
 could speak as one
 I know what they’d say 
 before they are gone

 For happiness, health and wealth
 For worthwhile survival
 Save the trees to save yourself
 re-wilding equates with revival

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