Logging trees.

Nature sat to watch the news a man was logging trees, 

nature then was bought to tears, and bowed down on his knees

So whom does nature pray to, when it's faith
Is lost

And whom does man then turn to when damage is the cost

Nature turned the station
To see what it could find

Something beautiful to cling to and comfort their it's mind

Where nature is most beautiful, most Peaceful and secure

Instead of thinking of money first, to use his heart so pure

Untouched and safe
So Natural when man becomes the cure.