In the whispers of the morning mist,
The trees once stood in silent grace,
Their leaves a symphony in the breeze,
Now echoes lost in empty space.

The forest floor, a barren stage,
Where life once danced in vibrant hues,
Now shadows cast a mournful gaze,
On memories of greens and blues.

The chainsaws hum a ruthless tune,
Nature’s heartbeats slowly cease,
In every fallen trunk and branch,
A story ends, a life released.

Yet hope resides in seeds of change,
In hands that plant and hearts that care,
Let us revive the earth’s embrace,
And breathe anew the forest air.