The glaciers weep in silence,
Their ancient tears now flow,
As whispers of a warming world,
Begin to fiercely grow.

The forests once lush and green,
Are now but dust and ash,
As flames consume their sacred breath,
In a relentless, fiery flash.

Oceans rise with angered tides,
Reclaiming land and shore,
Echoes of a changing Earth,
Resound forevermore.

Yet hope remains in human hands,
To heal what’s been undone,
If we embrace the call to change,
Before the final setting sun.