The carpet green hurt your eye
You made me bleed the red dye
Even before when you had evolved
Have been nurturing then in my love
I fed my body ,I fed my blood
I was their Dad, I was their 'mud'

Their tender arms wrapped me deep
I giggled when they tingled deep
They have turned now motionless
Cause you humans were emotionless
You have poisoned my garden
Promise - I'll make it your grave.

White shrouds will clean the red dye
Ears ringing with mourning cries
What I have borne you too will bear
The pyre we both will share
My woody children with your near and dear
Your greed poisoned my garden
My wrath will make it your grave

From ashes my children will rise again
Man you will end, but they will reign...