“The nature is out there,
Telling its story. Can you hear it?
It can’t see it-self, but you are its eyes,
Its senses, you are its voice, you can tell its story, If you can hear it. Listen!… I can hear it screaming Loud enough for the whole planet to wake up. Slow down. Wake up and listen…
Why can’t you hear it?
I call out its pain in a tormented voice,
And wonder…
Why can’t you hear me?”

− Nanne Nyander −