[speaker in front of backdrop with eyes closed]

“I want cascading mountains, and

jungles opposed to bug bites, and

omnidirectional waterways that i can drink from, and

birds chanting rise and shine, and

foraged meals that aren’t poison.

I want the breeze between leaves, and

ripples along the banks.

I want a sun that illuminates tree bark, and

a moon that reflects sap.

I want to be where it is green, and grown, and glorious.”

[opens eyes]