Hear the weeping of one tree’s dryad!
You polluted her air.
You cut down her tree.
(The tree in which she made her home!)

What kind of monster,
what kind of human,
what kind of all-too-human,
does this to a dryad?

For she cannot live now
that her tree is gone.
It is gone forever
and a man is to blame.

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