Beneath the azure’s gentle sweep,
Where whispers of the winds now weep,
The earth beneath our feet does sigh,
As forests bow and rivers cry.
The mountains high with snowy peaks,
Now echo tales the climate speaks,
Of shifting tides and warming seas,
And fragile blooms on ancient trees.
The sun, a watchful eye above,
Observes the dance of life and love,
Yet in its glow, a warning burns,
For nature’s course, a path now turns.
Together we must heed the call,
To cherish earth, to save us all,
For in our hands, the future lies,
Beneath the changing, whispering skies.