In the gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
A whisper echoes through the trees,
A tale of skies once clear and bright,
Now shrouded in a softer light.

Rivers run with stories untold,
Of ice that melts and mountains old,
The winds speak of lands afar,
Where sands shift like wandering stars.

Fields of green now fade to gray,
As seasons blend in disarray,
Yet hope blooms in every seed,
A promise that the earth will heed.

Let us gather, hand in hand,
To heal and cherish this precious land,
For in our unity, strength we find,
To restore the balance, heart and mind.