In the cradle of the azure expanse,
Where once the seasons danced with grace,
Now whispers of a changing sky,
Unfold the tale of nature’s cry.

The forests speak in rustling sighs,
As fires blaze through ancient lines,
The rivers sing a mournful tune,
Their waters rise beneath the moon.

Mountains weep as glaciers fade,
Their icy crowns in sunlight laid,
With every breath of warming air,
A silent call to show we care.

Yet hope persists in every seed,
In actions born of urgent need,
For within us lies the power to heal,
To rewrite fate with hands of steel.