Beneath the ever-fading azure dome,
A chorus sings in whispers soft and low,
The forests, seas, and mountains call us home,
To nurture seeds of change and let them grow.

The ice that graced the northern realms of old,
Now weeps in silent streams of silver tears,
As tales of warmth and stories yet untold,
Forewarn the loss of what the earth holds dear.

In every breeze, the echoes of the past,
Remind us of the balance once maintained,
Yet in our hands, the future’s hope is cast,
To heal the wounds our careless acts have pained.

Rise up, O hearts that yearn for nature’s grace,
Embrace the path of wisdom and of care,
For in our unity, we’ll find the space,
To craft a world where all life can repair.