Grandma, Grandma come and look,
The ground is covered with green in this old book.
There's people at the ocean on a sandy beach,
and the trees are taller than even you could reach.
What is this place that's on these pages?
Oh, my darling child, I haven't seen this in ages.

Long ago, before the wells ran dry,
before the air was thick, before the sun scorched the sky,
there were carpets of grass that grew around every home.
They were watered from the sky and grew on their own.

But Grandma, I thought the ground was too hot,
that anything grown there would die and would rot?
Not back in those days, my innocent child,
the grass would grow for unending miles.

The sun was gentler then because the Earth filtered its rays.
Children could even go out and play, during the day!
But Grandma, look here! They're playing in the sea.
They’re smiling and laughing, how can this be?

My darling, back then you could go to the ocean and just walk in.
There were no chemicals that would eat at your skin.
At the beach we’d build castles of sand and jump in the waves.
It was nothing like the acid shores of today.

But these trees, Grandma look! They’re impossibly tall.
How are they standing? Why don’t they fall?
My dear they had deep roots, like fingers, gripping straight down.
They reached into the Earth, gathering nutrients, from deep underground.

Their trunks grew so wide, so thick and so strong,
We’d climb on their branches, like monkeys, all day long.
The Earth was so beautiful then, so...