Tell me about the forest (you once called home)

…
For the wind cries of late
In the whispering grass
Our way of life is held
In the spinning wheels of chance

I believe in the ways of an older law
When we used to dance to a different drum
And we are changing our ways
Yes we are taking on different roads
Tell me more about the forest
That you once called home

For the wind cries of late
In the whispering leaves
…
DCD