Beneath the azure, skies once clear,
Echoes of a world in fear,
Rivers cry, and forests plead,
As we sow this fateful seed.
The ice melts, the oceans rise,
Reflections of our transient skies,
Creatures lost, their homes erased,
By our hands, this world defaced.
Sunsets burn with hues of red,
Painting stories of the tears we’ve shed,
Winds whisper through the changing clime,
A silent plea, a call to time.
Yet hope remains, in hearts that fight,
To heal the Earth, to set things right,
Together strong, we forge our way,
To bring back dawn, to save the day.