In the jaws of mountains she lives, where
The leaves stalk her, lurking on the back of the wind.
Accumulating, like locusts plaguing the Earth, sadistic,
Whipping in time with the lasso she yields.

Oh lion tamer, oh sorceress, oh singing siren,
Won't you quell the beast at hand?
You've mastered so many others
But of your own you own not.

Face the facade that you call your daily life,
Torch, tear, toss the mask to the beasts.
Rise from the ruins of your forests dear, and come forth,
Body streaked with ashes and mind ablaze with life.