Beneath the azure sky so wide,
The winds of change begin to glide,
Through forests deep and oceans grand,
They carry whispers of the land.

The ice caps melt, the rivers swell,
Nature’s balance starts to tell,
Of warming seas and shifting sands,
A call to care, a call to hands.

The flowers bloom in seasons strange,
The animals adapt and range,
Through changing realms they seek their place,
In a world reshaped by human pace.

Yet hope remains, a seed of green,
In hearts that cherish what has been,
Together we can heal the scars,
And save the earth, beneath the stars.