In the stillness of the morning light,
A gentle whisper calls the trees,
A shift in winds, a subtle fight,
As warmth encroaches on the breeze.

The ocean’s song turns fierce and wild,
Tides rising with a restless plea,
A future uncertain, nature beguiled,
By the shadows of what used to be.

Mountains stand with stories untold,
Their icy crowns beginning to weep,
Echoes of the past, growing bold,
In the dreams of valleys deep.

Yet in this change, a call to care,
To mend the scars, to heal the land,
Together, our burden to bear,
For tomorrow rests in our hands.