*Play the audio as you read*

Oh Greek god of wild things,
plants and beasts and birds with wings,
he who loves the dirt and leaves,
he who does protect the trees.
Your smile is a gentle breeze.
Your fierceness is with sand and weeds.
How do you feel we've treated you,
your territory nature true?
We've demolished many parts of it,
hurt the animals, made them sick,
stupidly messed up the eco systems,
but with one word we'll help you fix them.
I know your frustration; we are too.
Nature is our priority too.
But please keep singing your song so clear
to remind us why we need you here.

  He wears a crown upon his head
He holds a weapon in his hand
He drags his fingers through the sand
  He holds his poison in his teeth
He knows he hardly has to think
He breathes in sound and spits up ink
And he is blinded by his own light
And he knows no one taught him to fight
Oh, Anthony, talk to me
Oh, Anthony
Just breathe,    breathe
  He throws his ring onto the ground
She throws him out and makes him run
He reaches for his only son
 His lyrics fall on soundless ears
He holds a pocketful of pills
He knows the chaser is what kills
But he knows someone stands behind the lens
And he knows she’ll be there when the vision ends
Oh, Anthony, talk to me
Oh, Anthony
Just breathe,    breathe
  He knows he’ll die the way he lived
He’s so afraid he doesn’t care
He reaches for the empty air
  He keeps it all inside his head