Forest says, “I'm always the one who's sacrificed,”, The
They harass me, they tramp all over me, they smash me with their axes,
They try to pick a quarrel with me, they torment me for no reason,
They fling birds at my head and ants at my legs
And they carve names in me for which I have no affection.
Ah, they know only too well that I can't defend myself
Like a horse that's provoked or a discontented cow,
Even though I always do what they tell me to do.
They ordered me, ‘Take root!’ And I gave as much root as I could.
‘Make shade!’ And I made as much of it as was reasonable.
‘Stop making it in winter!’ I dropped my leaves down to the last one.
Month by month and day by day I know perfectly well what I have to do,
But it's been a long time since they last needed to order me about.
Then why are these lumberjacks approaching in lockstep?
Let someone tell me what's expected of me and I'll do it.
Let someone answer me with a cloud or some sign in the sky.
I'm not a rebel, I'm not looking to argue with anyone.
But just the same it seems to me it would be nice if they answered me
When the rising wind makes a questioner of me.”