Alone in the woods I
The bitter hostility of the sky and the
Nature has taught her creatures to
Man that fusses and
Unquiet
As the sap rises in the
As the sap paints the trees a violent
So rises the wrath of Nature's
At
So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
Nature is sick at
Sick at his fuss and
Sick at his
Sick at his gaudy
That drives his
Ever more
More and
In the wrong direction.
