Alone in the woods I felt 
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees  
Nature has taught her creatures to hate  
Man that fusses and fumes  
Unquiet man 
As the sap rises in the trees 
As the sap paints the trees a violent green  
So rises the wrath of Nature's creatures 
At man 
So paints the face of Nature a violent green. 
Nature is sick at man  
Sick at his fuss and fume 
Sick at his agonies  
Sick at his gaudy mind  
That drives his body 
Ever more quickly  
More and more  
In the wrong direction.