You're cold and aloof

with a heart

covered by ice and snow.

Standing above us,

not seeing what we do.

We see a mountain

covered by snow

you see more,

you spy your home.

We see new possibilities

for modernization,

you see a beautiful wilderness,

perfection untouched.

You weep, crying

hardened tears of sap

when your kin is

torn down to make way

for two-legged walkers.

I cry, too,

but not for the loss

of the forest, but for you,

who was left,

standing alone.