deforestation.

Secluded forests once did grow
In realms which we should never know
And yet their secrets we upturn 
The earth will whisper "Quid Pro Quo"

And we acknowledge her concern
But we give nothing in return
For all that's lost is left to gain
The shallow wealth for which we yearn

As all her children cry in pain
Her mournful tears fall down as rain
Her sorrow seems to flood the sky
And yet her efforts are in vain

There's nothing left to do but lie
Awake at night and wonder why
We'd want her body up in smoke
We want to hear her children cry

We want to see her cough and choke
Forget the guilt that she provokes
So we can reap what she has sown
And feed the fire we have stoke

As she let's out her final moan
We feel a chill right to the bone
As unbeknownst our fate is sealed
A future that we should have known

Well once a forest, now a field
And her deep wounds will never heal
Are we aware of our induction
The bitter close will be revealed

We are the cause of this corruption
The victims of a true seduction
The consequence of this production 
Is our own end by self-destruction.



-- written as a photo essay on Deforestation.

i found the images on flickr.