While hearts break for beauty lost and scales of life tipped over

We recognize the present cost when we're at our most sober

But drunk on fumes are hands that bind and throw us off the edge

We cling to precipices kind enough to hold our pledge

Unnecessary, undesired, undone day by day

Every precious piece of nature those hands throw away

And though the earth beneath their feet is surely not exempt

It's our earth, too, and so we cling, steadfast in our attempt.