O you wicked man,
You ungrateful clan,
Bereft of mercy,
You chop my branch;
And turn my greenery
To desert lands.
You gruesomely maim
My beauteous earth.
Obnoxious to nature, I say
You are.
Do not forget,
As adamant is nature,
As you are.
For It shall always,
Find its way
For sustaining you,
Till its last
iota of breath.

- The Free Bird