The forest, it's a beautiful place
to draw and recover.
For some it is home and home,
for many living beings.
There is a place for everyone
for animals and for plants.
And also man's dearest treasure,
welcome some bugs.
He has food, shelter and water,
filters dust and gases.
Survival is getting worse
it soon shrinks into an oasis.
The forest is still a biotope
and it connects life.
Where once the forester shoved trees,
there will also be clear-cutting.
Though he's more than important
let him die slowly.
Scatter the garbage and all the crap
and don't think about the heirs.
The greatest predator has the power
he will regret it.
And now someone woke up
then I would be happy.
