We've seen ashes brown the sky,
And rains flush towns out to sea.
Ancient forests turned grasslands;
Species turned old memories.

This chaos brings blood and tears.
They dress marbled halls and stairs,
Where hammers and leather chairs,
Turn boring paper to spears.

And yet, here we stand, hopeful,
For among a thousand laws,
Come seeds of fertile progress.

Find them, grow them, pollinate!
Nectars will spring high above,
Healing the world we so love.