“Mother Tree knows my feelings for I can feel her branches
and I know my own life in and out,
around, up and down, through with, and with out.
Yes, Sister Sea feels me as I feel her waves
and I hear the cries of the wildlife.
A perfect mother knows I feel the wood being cut
and I hurt and die with trees falling.
How much a beast must I be to defeat the beast that destroys my mother?
The North Sea is dying, the icecaps are melting faster than ever.
The Aliken is dying on the rock and I feel it all as my life.
I can’t help it. I was bound to feel it and I feel it all
and she cries out at me and
I love the snake bird trees and wolves ATWA
but humans bore me and are as aware as a slug
and slow as a snail and under it all.”