The forest giants
Are here,
In a loud trumpet
Is their arrival made.
The trees have fallen at their sighs.
They speak not with their trunks
But with tree trunks
For they wish to be heard more
With aid of trees as emissaries
To lands farther than voice could go.
The giant of the giants is here
And louder have the voices become
And more trees felled.
Our forests have become deserts
But our voices have been louder.
