In the heart of green, where whispers play,
Lies a tale of sorrow, day by day.
Trees that once stood tall and grand,
Now fall beneath the heavy hand.

Birds that sang their morning song,
Now search for homes where they belong.
Creatures scatter, lost in fright,
As chainsaws roar through the night.

The rivers weep with muddy tears,
Forests echo with ancient fears.
Lush canopies now thin and bare,
A world stripped of its natural flair.

Hope lingers in the seeds we sow,
In hands that work to heal and grow.
May we learn before too late,
To nurture Earth, to change our fate.