In the quiet dawn, a gentle breeze speaks,
Tales of oceans rising, of glaciers’ cries,
Forests whisper secrets, ancient and deep,
Echoes of a world where balance lies.

Rivers once clear now murmur with sorrow,
Their voices weakened, burdened with despair,
Mountains stand as silent sentinels,
Watching over lands gasping for air.

The sun, once a friend, now burns too bright,
Scorching fields and dreams with relentless flame,
Yet in the shadows, hope sprouts anew,
In every heart that dares to proclaim.

Together we rise, in unity bound,
To heal the earth, to mend what is torn,
For in our hands lies the power to change,
To embrace tomorrow, reborn.