the timber trees

The timber trees

Standing tall, green with age

The shelter for Nature

The marks for the clouds

Around the catchment areas

Only fools will make the bad decision

Allowing logging to be carried out

Nature cry in her fury

The timber trees executed

Leaving the areas barren

The pristine water will be gone

Flowing downhills the muddy calls

The government will stay quiet

Knowing it is the decision granted

A licence to cut the timber trees

The people can't do a thing

A few states talking

Building more dams

In the first place don't cut down trees

Around the catchment areas

We know the reason

We pick the wrong party

Now we have to carry the burden

It is time to make the change