Come, creatures of the forest, view what shall place.

The woods shift and quake, they ask what man can make.

Oh these woods, they shall give, as they are grace.

Come and see, ye wretched one, the man that they can break.

Come, creatures of the forest, start off with a rush

See through the trees, look for a thing that’s rash,

A small child collapses, falling into the brush.

His breath smells of coal, his face speckled with ash.

Come, creatures of the forest, help this poor youth,

They shall come to heal and come to soothe;

His breath has stopped, his form became uncouth,

He may be healed; it shan’t be a half-truth.

Come, creatures of the forest, help change his form,

Come make new what was once forlorn.

His arms shall be roots, his leaves shall swarm

What was once a nose, now only a thorn.

Come, creatures of the forest, the time is here,

See the child, now tree, planted down to adhere,

Come rest in his branches, there’s nothing to fear!

All is calm now, not a sound one could hear.