The canopies in the wilderness
Hide the creatures of the forests
Peeking out from the curtains of the green
There is a nimble creature crunching the nut clean

Spring’s created a carpet of rustling brown
And on it, tramples a naughty badger clown
Carefully sniffing the ground for food
It reaches out to his mate in a triumphant mood

The tall trees getting ready for a new gown
And on it branches sway a band of monkey brown
Food is scarce so they must eat less
The heat has put them through a difficult test

It is the deer that looks on from the trees yonder
With a new fawn, that rolls up its eyes in wonder
At the noises and the cacophony around
Isn’t it the forest’s resounding sound?

Is it a gunshot or a sway of trees
The wise owl opens it eyes to see
The merriment is all but broken
The nervous animals look on unspoken

The band of men with noose arrive
They carry a saw, guns and knives
Oh, the loud noises they make
Scrapping the trees, the woodpeckers make their escape

Two men, big built stand on either side
Of the tree that is home to badger, owl and the mice
The fawn looks on forlorn
The aching wounds of the trees that moans