Mother, Water, Mother Water

I remember the coldest summer of my life
Was in 1992
The trees were hunched all across the river's edge
To hear what was new
So that old girl, she sang a song of glory that trickled softly through her throat
And that old girl sang throughout the night to the deer and the toads
But then one day a mean old man had set foot in the woods
He raised his hand and pointed at our mother nature and yelled at the top of lungs
"Burn it all, I want ashes to fall to the ground and float through the earth's sky"
Children of wood and families of grass had all fled towards the river
But her body was confined to the mud and rocks below
So she sang to ease our pain as men and technology killed melodies.