Gift of the Trees

I'm disgusted at times, by things that I see,
Like mountains with holes, where trees used to be...
And I'm disgraced here and there, when I look to the sea,
All the pollution we feed her, well some comes from me...
And I'm uneasy at times, on the bridges I cross,
When palings are missing, and things are in knots...
So I guess I should say, this is all that I need,
Music and you and the gift of the trees.

Xavier Rudd - "Gift of the Trees"
 

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