The sun rises on a weary land,
Where whispers of the wind tell tales
Of forests lost and rivers tamed,
As nature’s silent cries prevail.

The oceans swell with a mournful song,
As icebergs weep and currents shift,
Creatures wander, displaced and lost,
In search of solace, a gentle drift.

The skies once blue now painted grey,
With clouds of smoke and human haste,
Yet in the heart of every storm,
Lies hope for change, not to waste.

Awaken now, to earth’s soft plea,
To mend what’s broken, heal the scar,
For in our hands, the power lies,
To guide the world, a shining star.