Warriors of the Forests

Thrusting their roots deep into the richness of the soil

Growing tall and thick almost everywhere, walking through

The leafy season his moccasins cushioned by the soft earth

Nuts dropped to the earth to satisfy his huger, while wild fowl

The owls see us through the night with their powerful glare upon limbs turf

Perched above in the trees, between the waters and the woods

Beaver built their dams and soon it created pools of fish, for our great hunt

Shaping spears and arrows, the tree allowing us to become hunters

Above the wild looking down into the valleys a good catch of game be met

If it were not for the woodlands our tribes would have no coverage, the power

Our trees we honor and they provide, our indian nation be warriors of the forests

Now today, we cut them down, we destroy, we give away our wooden friends

Make waste let it not be, plant seeds and bring our trees back to life once again

So that our generations may see that the beauty is in our lands and you too

Can become warriors of respect and take heed for they are few and far between

Protect our nature our environment, let it not become extinct