[0:08]I am many things. I have been many things. Warm and green. Cold and gray.
[0:24]Devastated and dying.
[0:31]Now I am alive again. But I fear my new children imitate the old ones. Some claim the mountains or the forests. Or build fortresses on the plains. They begin to mistrust.
[0:55]And prepare for war.
[1:01]Still, I love them as only a mother can. And now I fear for them. I feel the winds of change begin to blow. And this time it may be an all-out storm. I pray that my children will weather this tempest.
[1:26]For nothing is immortal. And one day, they may have to survive without me.
