Trees of green, all I can see On my way through the forest. I kneel down on my knees, I stare into the face of a little man Showing me his fear, The humans are coming near. Take me home deep into the forest, Show me your life Or the ruins that are left. Creatures around me No telling what they want, They're looking upon their greatest fear, Their greatest fear. Spirits of the forest, Prevent us from being taken. Lords from above (above), Please let them awaken. The beauty of the trees And all the values they stand for, Oxygen turns into a breeze. Mankind can't take their breath away, 'Cos when the morning comes Its up to the spirits, the spirits to say: "Forgive and forget the last ones to give up the harm. The fighters will just bring a blind storm on their selves. There is no absolution in the harm." Now I owe this little man a promise: Reveal the precious gift of nature, And I will be the memory, For I can tell nothing has changed. The little man disappeared without a trace, In blood I wash my face.
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