Beneath the azure sky, the gentle breeze,
Whispers tales of ancient trees,
Of glaciers grand, now melting fast,
A future shadowed by the past.
The oceans rise, the forests fade,
A world in peril, deeply swayed,
By hands that took, but seldom gave,
Now nature calls, its voice so grave.
In fields once green, now parched and dry,
The silent plea, the earthâs faint cry,
For us to mend, to heal, to care,
To breathe anew, to be aware.
Together we must stand as one,
To heal the wounds, undo what’s done,
For in our hands, the power lies,
To paint anew, our planet’s skies.