Beneath the azure, the whispers rise,
Hints of change in the gentle sighs.
Clouds gather, secrets they hold,
Stories of warmth, tales untold.

Rivers murmur, their courses shift,
Nature’s balance begins to drift.
Forests echo with ancient pleas,
Guardians of time, swaying trees.

The ocean’s heart beats with a roar,
Its waves a call to the distant shore.
In every tide, a message clear,
A future wrought with hope and fear.

Yet in the dark, a light persists,
In human hands, the power exists.
To heal, to mend, this fragile earth,
To cherish the home that gave us birth.