In the haze of morning’s breath, a shadow looms,
Where once the sun danced freely, now it sighs,
The rivers murmur tales of forgotten looms,
And trees stand silent, under cloudy skies.

The winds carry whispers of a tainted past,
Where dreams of blue are tinged with gray despair,
The oceans cradle remnants, shadows cast,
And nature weeps beneath the human glare.

Mountains echo cries of lands unseen,
Their peaks once kissed by pure and gentle air,
Now veiled in a cloak of smoke and gasoline,
The earth’s own song, a muted prayer.

Yet in the heart of darkness, hope remains,
A seed of change within the human soul,
To heal the earth and cleanse the skies of stains,
To make the world once more a living whole.