What if one day the green areas were


.And we could have prevented
 their desolation but didn't?
.
There's a song
No Longer There
that poses that question
better than any climate expert
quoting statistics and charts.

To halt global desolation
(from our CO2 emissions)
the song says we need to be
as swift as honour's steeds.

It's being sung here by
Matt Cass lead singer with
The Cat Empire:


 no longer there

And though you'd like to hear a song
That sings everything's alright
The temperature is warm
The fire horses sleep
So gently comes the night

You close your eyes and stare
The ground they're on is bare
But once it was as deep
As wildest giants dreams
It's no longer there

And all of our desires
That mirror skies with flames
And smoke out heaven's halls.
And who was that you called
They're no longer there

Here it goes again
Here it goes again
Here it goes again!

What would you leave behind
when all your fields are dead?
When your territories are dried out
and your cities drowned and swept
What would you leave behind
when those who bear your name
Are born in that place that you wrecked?
What would you leave behind
when you're no longer there?

Would you sail to distant shores?
And hide within the haze
And softly close your door
Pretend the world is saved
And wait for heaven's call

Or would you turn and face the seas
and calm decide you care?
There's chance but if you dare
As swift as honour's steeds
Before it's no longer there

Here it goes again
Here it goes again
Here it goes again!

What would you leave behind
when all your fields are dead?
When your territories are dried out
and your cities drowned and swept
What would you leave behind
When those who bear your name
are born in that place that you wrecked
What would you leave behind
when you're no longer there?

To deny or to despair
is really just the same
But everything between
it means we have to change

Because when a world forgets
The world begins to fade
And all the shapes and shades
That made the colours see
will suddenly turn grey
Then they're no longer . . . . .