The Forest is Still Tonight

The Forest is still tonight, No sound can I hear,

The winds have died down,
the rivers flow silent,
Trees look morose and so do beings.

For silence spins yarns around wisdom,
Perhaps, the wise must speak.
Talk silently about our follies,
But do we hardly listen.

The wise forest speaks,
and yet we do not listen.

Warns us of the impending doom,
yet we do not listen.

Yes, I know. The forest is still tonight