Take a look around you
when into the forest you step
do you see the world surrounding
do you hear the peaceful song?

Sit at the base of an old oak tree
Tilt back your head and close your eyes
Breathe in the lightly scented air
You'll never find better rest anywhere

Be careful of where you place a foot
For the plants cannot cry out a warning
They have no rapier to pierce your heel
But souls that cry in mourning

Think, when through the herbs you run
Selfishly seeing only your own needs
Of the lands that have been stripped clean
There is no promise that life shall grow again

Listen to the rustle of the leaves
When the rain falls upon them easily
Stick out your tongue, its alright to be silly
And taste the water, so sweet, so clear

Hear the mighty lightening thunder
Then sniff the air for the pungent smell
Fire, cleansing, turns all life to black
To turn a Druid's paradise to hell

That is why I salute them now
Those who live their life protecting
Nature needs a voice clear and loud
For it would truly struggle, without

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Daedalan, in the year 411 AF.