In the shadow of towering machines,
Silent cries of the ancient trees,
Where once the whispers of leaves were seen,
Now echoes fade with the gentle breeze.

The earth holds scars, deep and wide,
As roots are torn and dreams are felled,
In the heart of the forest, life once thrived,
Now whispers of wilderness are quelled.

Creatures wander, lost and forlorn,
In search of shelter that no longer stands,
The songs of the wild, now silently mourn,
In barren lands, shaped by man’s hands.

Yet hope lingers in seeds that remain,
For nature’s resilience is profound,
With tender care, life can reclaim,
The harmony lost, once again found.