Forest Heroes

Boots on the ridge, sun barely climbs
A saw wakes up, the silence chimes
Rangers check the fire lines
And forest workers read the pines

Smoke on the wind, radios buzz
Fire crews haul with no applause
Their hands are cracked, their eyes stay keen
They guard the green, they work unseen

"For the ones who hold the line"

Through fire, frost, and timbered time
Through storms and days that never end
They mend the roots, the trees defend

"For the ones who hold the line"

With grit and calm and boots worn thin
They fight for what should always win

They cut with care, they walk with pride
They read the land with nature’s guide
Restore the streams, rebuild the trails
When wind breaks hard, they set the nails

"For the ones who hold the line"

Through seasons harsh, through silent cries
They lift the woods beneath the skies

"For the ones who hold the line"

Their oath is made without a stage
They write their name on every age

They don’t seek medals, don’t claim fame
But every tree still speaks their name
Through ash and rain and midnight snow
They stand where most won’t dare to go

"For the ones who hold the line"

Rangers, crews, and hands that heal
The heroes born from grit and steel

"For the ones who hold the line"

So raise a cheer beneath the pine
The forest breathes — their grand design

So here’s a song, not loud but true
For those who do what few would do

"For the ones who hold the line"

Forever roots. Forever spine.