The skies open before me A broken moon streaks across the night A mourning of trees laid to waste My soul is shattered The forests burnt to dust A mountain of progress Sharpens the knife of time Grant us this Long live the trees Grant us this Long live the works of creation Avraham, Issak, Yakov Strengthen us to guard his works Sarah, Rivka, Rachel, Ooch’Leah We will plant the seeds for the next generation Regrow as trees in the ashes of time Reborn with a heart that bleeds Ki heikhi d’shtalu li abahati shtali namei lobrai