Beneath the azure sky, the Earth weeps silently,
Her tears form rivers, once clear, now clouded,
The forests, her lungs, gasp for breath, desperately,
In the shadows of progress, she stands shrouded.
The ice caps melt, whispering tales of sorrow,
Oceans rise, swallowing dreams of tomorrow,
The seasons shift, chaos in their wake,
Nature’s balance, a fragile thread we cannot forsake.
Cities hum with life, yet nature’s call grows faint,
Concrete jungles rise, where green once painted,
The air thickens with the weight of our haste,
In this race, we lose what we once embraced.
Together we must stand, to heal, to mend,
To honor the Earth, our truest friend,
For in her grace, we find our place,
A future bright, for every race.