Get up, go out and shout, people! Holler, whoop and yell about whatever it is you love so well. Call it by name, sing out without shame, then climb the tallest tower to scream from its steeple.
While you’re up there, look around at all there is to see — the mountains, hills and valleys; the forests, lakes and leas. Ain’t it great! Ain’t it grand — all this rolling, verdant land! And the trees!
The question now is, what do we sacrifice to keep things so? Do we change our ways to keep a good balance till the end of our days? Or do we just kneel and pray, and watch it all fade away?