Some dine in decadence with goblets to tradition and at last
A nose lifted to the progress,
Oh terrible were ye before we
How far to fall from hunters to peasants to workers.
How did the glory of the forest whistle through crisp fogs of chilled autumn days, but stay perhaps,
In the pine autumn forest, and chirp, birds sing, but they do not sing for you.
Wolves howl for each other, and their goddess moon, yet man howls for the wolf.
Does the wolf answer? Would it if it could know?
The hairless ape was merely acting?
No, humans left the forests, and trees
Wolves and birds, abandoned sweet nature to follow sweet nature
For only the privilege to be with you, and sing