In the forest, dark and deep,
white spirit bear is fast asleep.
The cougar stalks the winding trail,
nose to the ground for rabbit or quail.
Out of the sea comes polar bear,
seaweed tangled in her hair,
her babies waiting on the shore
for food she could not find to store.
Hunger stalks the forest floor,
where life was balanced and rich before
the trees came down, the plankton died,
too warm on the incoming tide.
Gray wolf howls to the midnight moon,
his babies left his care too soon
in search of food outside the den,
and they will not come back again.
Soon will tankers ply the coast.
"Jobs for humans," the P.R.'s boast.
Life will get harder as all life must
for the natural world, which has lost all trust.
Gather just off-shore with me,
denizens of the salty sea.
We'll say a prayer for the crumbling earth
and those who've forgotten what most has worth.