We are not kings who rule the green domain,Nor masters of the mountain and the flood,The forest is a chamber of our brain,The rushing river travels in our blood.To value nature only for the yield,Of timber, iron, coal, and heavy stone,Is to turn our home into a barren field,And leave the human spirit starved and lone.The wolf, the cedar tree, the quiet moss,Possess an inherent right to live and grow,Their quiet fading is our deepest loss,A wound that makes our forward progress slow.We do not own the planet where we stand:We belong directly to the breathing land.
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