Do not speak of withered trees, of lichen strangled coveringsnAnd life just barely in the leaves, it will not be undonennDo not speak of what we've seen, of water choking algaenAnd dust where fountains used to be, it will not be undonenA wilderness unraveling, we've only just begunnnDo not speak of ice retreat, of islands eaten by the seanAnd industry economy, we've only just begunnIt will not be undonennDo not speak, oh do not speak, your tongue is dry, your voice is weaknThe time has passed for words to seek, it will not be undone