Whispering winds tell tales of yore,
Of glaciers grand that stood before,
Now melting into seas so wide,
The Earth’s silent cry we cannot hide.

Forests once lush, now bare and stark,
Flames consume, leaving only a mark,
Creatures flee, their homes erased,
In nature’s balance, we’ve misplaced.

Rivers once pure, now tainted and gray,
Life within them withers away,
The skies grow heavy with a toxic shroud,
Voices of nature cry out loud.

Yet hope remains in actions small,
In every step, in every call,
Together we can turn the tide,
Heal the Earth, restore its pride.