In the silent stir of morning light,
The earth whispers tales untold,
Of glaciers weeping in the night,
And forests clad in gold.

Rivers once bold now softly plead,
Their courses altered, paths unknown,
While skies of blue in silence heed,
The warnings in the wind’s soft tone.

Where once the polar bears would roam,
Now echoes fill the icy void,
And coral realms, their vibrant home,
In warming seas, are slowly destroyed.

Yet still beneath the troubled sky,
A hope ignites in human hearts,
For in our hands the power lies,
To mend the world before it parts.