There is a pleasure in the naked woods

Within whose depths no equal can be found,

Where senses stir by all that life deems good—

A place where peace and harmony abound.

Ensconced amidst the rawest smells of earth,

Denizens draw the sweetest of sweet breaths

That echo back to Eden’s very birth

And all the pleasures drawn of nature’s breast.

Dear Mother Earth, forgive me, I have sinned

And shed upon you tears of acid rain,

By pride and greed and gluttony chagrined,

Natura’s body sold for wealth profane;

Woe that my fall from promise was so great…

Or that beseeched redemption came too late.