Upon the crest of morning’s light, a whisper soft and clear,
The winds of change, they beckon us, to hold our planet dear.
In every rustle of the leaves, a story old and new,
Of glaciers melting, forests burning, skies no longer blue.

The ocean’s song, both deep and vast, a melody so grand,
Yet rising tides and warming seas, are marks upon the sand.
The creatures of the deep now cry, for homes they start to lose,
As coral reefs fade silently, in hues of ghostly blues.

The arid lands, once fertile, now, are cracking in despair,
The farmers’ toil, the harvest lost, the burden hard to bear.
In every droplet of the rain, a message clear and strong,
To cherish Earth, to heal its wounds, to right what we did wrong.

So let us rise, a chorus bold, with actions pure and kind,
To mend the world, to calm the storms, and leave no soul behind.
For future generations’ sake, we must unite and strive,
To nurture Earth, our only home, so life may always thrive.