I stretch my span of wing, in the air once again
My senses are heightened, carefully I listen;
I fly over forest, why is the green so thin?
I see sapphire water, upon which light glistens;
But my lands are shrinking, in peril once again
They saw we were frightened, but no one would listen;
My home is in unrest, why do my trees grow thin?
Hinder these marauders, let my waters glisten;