Chant (I want)

[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 shiine, 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]

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