In the city where the sun hides its face,
A veil of smoke blurs the distant grace.
The rivers run with the colors of despair,
As the trees stand silent, gasping for air.

The birds no longer sing their morning song,
Their wings weighed down by what feels wrong.
In the silence, a thousand voices plead,
For the healing touch, the earth does need.

The oceans churn with forgotten cries,
Beneath a surface where beauty slowly dies.
The gentle waves, once a soothing balm,
Now crash with urgency, breaking the calm.

Yet in the darkness, hope dares to bloom,
In the hearts where love for the earth finds room.
Together we rise, to mend what we share,
To cleanse the skies and breathe cleaner air.