Forest of Your Problems

When you look so closely You see a forest of tiny problems And you will hear those boreal calls Of reverent ghosts, of nature's psyche Alone amongst the trees You can sense their indignation You'll find a place in a clearing To expose a new congregation With our medicines of fatality The limits of growth were our warning We're remembering, remembering and measuring We're remembering, remembering screaming in the forest Of your problems We're remembering, remembering, remembering the megafauna Remembering, remembering We will get lost in the forest Of your problems