Come, take my hand Follow me into the forest The fallen leaves, drenched with rain, will guide our path Through the shaded glade and up the moss covered hill Don’t be afraid to step in the mud Listen, hear the crisp snap of twigs echo in the distance The soft lull of trickling water, flowing in the creek Watch, catch a glimpse of the timid deer Hiding in the thicket and the little squirrel Lilting across the treetops, acorns in cheek Touch, stroke the rough bark beneath your fingertips Caress the summer leaves, immerse your hands In the tranquility of soothing waters Feel, accept the dawn’s gentle kisses upon your face The pure spirits that inhabit the trees Feel nature pulsing through your body with renewed vitality Breathe deeply; Infuse your lungs with the richness of life And speak:
Tell me, Mr. Arborist, Do you still wish to destroy the forest?
Children have a beautiful relationship with nature, uncorrupted by greed. They make us question the morality of our actions. They are the true voice and guardians of the forest.