Say to me what it was like before big machines tore it up and peeled it back. Before we made the land to be like us, rather than the other way round. The people who walked there before, tell me, did the air feel different in their lungs? When they uttered their word for blue, did they speak of a color deeper and more resounding than the richest of our paints? Would they judge our clearest day dusty, our freshest water dull? Tell me, show me eden eyes and ears.