The city is built on the Grave of the Forest
When we build we also destroy
We rush forward determined engines of progress
Paving our way into the future,
Building monuments to our dominion,
Making and deconstructing in the same breath
Losing in that moment the Joy of its presence
And the inner light that makes us Alive.
We must take time out in this modern world,
To hear The Cry of the Forest buried beneath the City Streets.