The only thing one really needs
is a house, a place to rest,
and it doesn’t need to be that big.

Look at the whole forest, leave it there,
and appreciate it.

Make shelter if you must, but don’t
overextend your wants. The trees
are precious. How many wooden baubles
do you really need?

A big table, chairs enough for company,
a bed.

All of these are negotiable.

Comfort need not dictate the end of the world.
Fairness necessitates the end of greed.

For the love of all,
let the old trees grow,
and plant new ones.