There is No Forest Police Here

The meaning is that the forest police in this country are inadequate when compared to the political power and illegal logging activities.

I nurture the forest with my water for thousands of years.
Older than your learning to seize power.

You tear out the sturdy roots, the solid trunks, and the fresh leaves.
As long as the balance tilts on the plate of your feeding table.

The moon kisses the teeth of your cutting machine.
It splits, flips, and tears the fabric of my night.

While power dominates the fauna painting in your living room.
Letting go of whatever you ask for, without my spell.

There are no watchful eyes, except for the tarsier and the owl.
Patrols are limited to the leash held by your grip.

The stump of the remaining tree is like the gravestone of the future.
You know, I grow the forest with your fate.