In the stillness of dawn, a whisper rides the breeze,
A tale of change, of shifting seas and trees.
The sky, once clear, now holds a muted hue,
A canvas of the earth, painted in shades anew.

The mountains echo with a silent plea,
Rivers flow with tears, longing to be free.
Forests speak in rustles, leaves of golden brown,
Telling of a time when green was their crown.

The sun, a weary traveler, casts a softer light,
Warming the ground, yet feeling its own plight.
Clouds gather, heavy with an unspoken dread,
Reflecting the worry of what lies ahead.

Yet in the heart of nature, hope still blooms,
A promise of renewal in the face of looming gloom.
For every breath we take, every step we tread,
Can heal the earth and the path ahead.