Atlas has fallen to his knees for heavy is the burden of Man

And the shoulders of Earth quiver and sway under the burden of Man.

 

Shoes wound the soil like shame wounds the soul

And His own mother's cheek scathed and mangled under the heel of Man

 

Little Miss Wilderness, The Unbridled; tamed and trimmed, confined in a concrete corner

Now the air smells of pine and essence of life. Beauteous is the den of Man.

 

Ten ruthless spears pierce and sever the tenacious, ancient verdant face

And Old-Man-Mulberry moans as he bleeds maimed by the hand of Man.

 

The stalk once tall and staggering, stripped and reaped by the grim sickle

And Proud Mother Wheat made naked and devoured by the yellowing fangs of Man

 

And the shoulders of Earth quiver and sway under the burden of Man

But The Maeflower, steel from the hawke's eye, stands and withstands the burden of Man.