the forest is your life,
full of mistery and shadows.
look closer and you'll see,
your forest is a part of me.

when your trees are tall,
mine are shy and small.
while your flower grow and bloom,
mine will rot and smell of doom.

why can't you see,
the winds that blow through me?
maybe it's because your water,
are no longer the same i drink.

another river breeds you,
nothing left for me to do.
but to be alone,
no one to water me at dawn.