According to legends, there’s a monster in the woods But the end of the legends depends upon the world The ending of this legend changes on whose telling Depending on who listens will determine who's dwelling I will tell it like a spell, of turf, trouble, and toil A spell of tales I've heard called "Wooded earth, wormed soil" Wooded earth, wormed soil: this spell is many stories A spell cast as it's read, through trials to glories Over three misguided tries, to solve for the townfolks’ fear And one better way to understand the monster in the woods near According to the first telling, the townsfolk ignored it Going about Business As Usual, their monster grew accordingly According to the second telling, the townsfolk destroyed it The monster's home, that is, extracting all the woods afforded According to the third telling, the townsfolk tried controlling it Over-geoengineering uncontrollable forces with no limit The only ending I've ever heard told where it ends well Is the ending we'll weave together as we cast this spell Now this spell is a story, about a monster, every monster That there nature, ahead of you, no impostor, to conjure To conjure, we join the monster- in the woods, join me Incant this chant, restore and rewild, follow and repeat Wooded earth, wormed soil From every direction, North to South East to West, Past, Present to Future We renew nature in how we nurture This spell is a telling revealing the real monsters in the world By composting what we know, we can heal what we've burned Wooded earth, wormed soil Protect old growth, then plant more Bugs and mud and moss in bogs Worlds of wildlife alive on logs Wooded earth, wormed soil Offset the damage done by oil This magic is a spell to show us through hell To give our golem life though all's not well Wooded earth, wormed soil From endurance, form more Our spell ends unlike the stories, together with the monster in the woods Together healthy and protected, because everybody should.
— Adam Powers