Chronicles of the Clay Video (MV)

In the heart of the valley where the green grass grows
The river runs free, and the cold wind blows
Underneath the endless sky, so vast and so high
Lies the story of the earth, where our roots lie
Oh, listen to the clay, it's got tales to tell
From the whispering woods to the deep wishing well
Mother Earth's crying out, Father Time agrees
We're all part of this land, guard its mysteries
See the fields once golden, now turning to brown
Forests once thick, now bare and cut down
But the farmer feels the change, with hope in his eyes
We can turn this around, under these open skies
We can turn this around, under these open skies
We can turn this around
Time's slipping like sand through an old hourglass
Each moment is precious, as seasons pass
Act now, Time whispers, not a moment to spare
For the sake of the soil, for the air we all share
Oh, listen to the clay, it's got tales to tell
From the whispering woods to the deep wishing well
Mother Earth's crying out, Father Time agrees
We're all part of this land, guard its mysteries
Stand together, and let's make amends
To the rivers, the mountains, our earthy friends
With every act of care, every deed that we play
We're writing new chapters in the Chronicles of the Clay