Trenches of truth

Moonlight softens my face

Reflecting in a puddle of tears

Touching trembling trees

I ramble, not alone, in a forest, now ravaged.

Searching for a trench of truth

Where are the scouts to lead us

The rivers of righteousness are lost

The Potomac is poisoned

Once it nurtured a great forest

Now moonlight exposes greed, destruction and despair.

Occupy the forests, stake your tents, replace the stewards of our trees

Cleanse the Potomac

Let it once again baptize.