In whispers of the gentle breeze,Where once ice kissed the dawn,The earth now sings a mournful tune,A symphony of what’s gone.The oceans rise with every tear,Mountains weep with melting snow,The forests sigh in aching pain,For the fires that fiercely grow.In city streets and rural lands,The change is felt, the air is thick,With promises and empty words,Yet the clock continues its tick.Oh, let us hear the earth’s lament,And answer with a caring hand,To heal the wounds we’ve blindly made,And restore the balance of the land.