Forrest moon, what secrets do you hold,
You, who shines your moonbeams, bold?
Nightly, you're guarding, faithful sentinel,
The valley and lofty peaks, each pinnacle.
If only you could talk, of the men, who stalk,
Doers of evil deeds, destruction in their walk.
The many seasons, of wonder and splendor,
Forrest fires, men to protect, each defender.
As you see the gentle deer, fawns so near,
Mothers make their calls, the babes to hear.
The beaver in the ponds, the wild birds, free,
Bear and cats prowl, small creatures to flee.
If you could change the world, what would it be,
Rearrange the scenes, then replant every tree?
Influence the will of men, of their accountability,
Remove hate, distrust, change life's expectancy?