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  • 作曲 : The Agonist
    What says the
    Tree to his friends the
    Rocks? When he lives and breathes they sit and mock?
    And he grows strong, for centuries long, but one he dies and begins to rot. “
    We will last intact this way!
    And you my friend, will soon decay!” “
    But I can breathe -- am commensal; the shade, the fruits, the nests on bough.
    And if with this, my time finite,
    I'm glad to have spent it doing right.”
    But Rocks prefer to simply sit.
    To gain none, lost none, just exist.
    But nary should an ocean rise, they'd become sand and disappear with the tides.
    When trees ignite a cyclical life, from plant to animal to
    Earth and back; whom, even when their roots are ploughed, have left exponential impact.
    And so, the greedy human kind, to conquer trees tall, mountains high, erects gigantic splinters of steel that shame forests, make mountains to kneel.
    And progress spreads like moss on a stone.
    Evolution dictates that men are prone to outdo those that came before. “
    You see? We'll last forever more!”
    We improve what nature made.
    We'll challenge mountains, transplant lakes.
    There is no confirmed master plan.
    We do it just because we can.
    But foolish is the one who complacently thinks himself
    King because when
    Time erodes the past what remains are
    Nature's things.
    Quite Shakespearean duals, those between parent and offspring are!
    As Chronos devours his
    Son, Gaia to mankind so starts.
    Metal rusts, cement crumbles.
    To err is human, not divine.
    Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forces to decline.
    Steel, concrete, technology may stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break.
    I say with actions what you do with words.
    For we're the moss; the
    Earth -- the stone, so let us do as did the
    Tree. For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly.
    We won't outlive our generation but our impact surely will.
    This -- the
    Rocks' humiliation -- when they witness we are still alive in what we've left for others, like
    Nature gives, so selflessly.
    So pay respect to out true
    Mother and take your rank amongst the
    Trees.
  • 作曲 : The Agonist
    What says the
    Tree to his friends the
    Rocks? When he lives and breathes they sit and mock?
    And he grows strong, for centuries long, but one he dies and begins to rot. “
    We will last intact this way!
    And you my friend, will soon decay!” “
    But I can breathe -- am commensal; the shade, the fruits, the nests on bough.
    And if with this, my time finite,
    I'm glad to have spent it doing right.”
    But Rocks prefer to simply sit.
    To gain none, lost none, just exist.
    But nary should an ocean rise, they'd become sand and disappear with the tides.
    When trees ignite a cyclical life, from plant to animal to
    Earth and back; whom, even when their roots are ploughed, have left exponential impact.
    And so, the greedy human kind, to conquer trees tall, mountains high, erects gigantic splinters of steel that shame forests, make mountains to kneel.
    And progress spreads like moss on a stone.
    Evolution dictates that men are prone to outdo those that came before. “
    You see? We'll last forever more!”
    We improve what nature made.
    We'll challenge mountains, transplant lakes.
    There is no confirmed master plan.
    We do it just because we can.
    But foolish is the one who complacently thinks himself
    King because when
    Time erodes the past what remains are
    Nature's things.
    Quite Shakespearean duals, those between parent and offspring are!
    As Chronos devours his
    Son, Gaia to mankind so starts.
    Metal rusts, cement crumbles.
    To err is human, not divine.
    Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forces to decline.
    Steel, concrete, technology may stand intact for centuries, but faces with wind or flood or quake, like toys will crumble, bend and break.
    I say with actions what you do with words.
    For we're the moss; the
    Earth -- the stone, so let us do as did the
    Tree. For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly.
    We won't outlive our generation but our impact surely will.
    This -- the
    Rocks' humiliation -- when they witness we are still alive in what we've left for others, like
    Nature gives, so selflessly.
    So pay respect to out true
    Mother and take your rank amongst the
    Trees.