Roots ran deep in forest ground

Birdsong filled the hills around

The whisker trees stood tall and wise

With listening bark and watchful eyes

 

Wood brokers came with axe and blade

Certain every tree would fade

 

They marked the trunks

They set the saw

They wrote new borders into law

But whisker trees struck back at once.

Their bark rose hard

Their branches swung

 

Before the throne can claim it all

Whiskerwood stands, a living wall

 

Rustherb creeps through wheel and chain

Metal split in orange stain

 

Boilers hissed and pistons jammed

Steam rigs cracked and gears were rammed

 

The brokers fled

Their plans undone

Not every forest can be won

 

Before the throne can claim it all

Whiskerwood stands, a living wall

 

From root to crown. From bark to sky

Whiskerwood must never die.