The telephone poles
Stand wistfully
Over the decimated plain
They remember the time
When they lived as trees
They remember the time                                        
Rivers ran clear and free
They remember the men
That cut them down
The men that turned
All rivers brown
They remember the wars
That took the men away
They remember the blood
And the chaos in the fray
They remember the riot
Of bomb and gun
They remember the quiet
When all was done
And so they stand
The future forests
A testament
To what once was
And what could have been