In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
A delicate balance in green and gray,
Each leaf, each breath a vital part,
Of nature’s grand and intricate art.

Rivers whisper secrets to ancient trees,
As birds compose symphonies with the breeze,
The earth beneath, a tapestry profound,
Where roots and worms dance underground.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of time,
Echoing the whispers of a life sublime,
From the smallest ant to the towering pine,
All threads in the ecosystem’s divine line.

But heed the warning in the silent cries,
Of creatures lost beneath the skies,
For in this web, so interlaced,
One broken strand, and all is displaced.