Biophilia my dear

Cursed is the one with solastagia 

Who yearns for the wild valleys 

The towering forests of our grandfathers time

The heartwoods and old growths 

The giants of our souls

Our mothers own flesh and sap

Concrete is no consolation 

For the loss of the cities of the Animals

The place of legends is now burned cities

Is now rockin chairs and tables

Is now that chest your grandfather gave your grandmother on their first anniversary

You don’t have to be greedy to be effected by greed

One greedy person raises the bar for all 

Until the entire forest has fallen 

One square meter at a time

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