The tragedy of Marmolada brings to mind a beautiful song by Crosby and Nash (I almost start to cry at how we are destroying this beautiful planet).
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Wind on the Water.

Over the years you've been hunted
By the men throwing harpoons
And in the end we'll kill you
Just to feed the pets we raise
Put the flowers in your vase
And make the lipstick for your face
Over the years you've swum in the ocean
Following your feelings
Now you’re washed up on the shore
I can see your body lying
It's a shame you have to die
To put the shadow on our eyes
Perhaps we will go
Perhaps we will disappear
It's not that we don't know
It's just that we don't care
Under the bridges, over the foam
Wind on the water, take me home
Over the years you've swum in the ocean
Following your feelings
And now you’re washed up on the shore
I can see your body lying
It's a shame you have to die
To put the shadow on our eyes
Under the bridges, over the foam
Wind on the water, take me home