In the cradle of the earth’s embrace,
Where whispers of the wind once danced,
Now echoes of a warmer trace,
A silent cry, a fleeting chance.

The glaciers weep beneath the sun,
Their tears run deep in rivers clear,
A world undone, yet still we run,
Toward a future wrapped in fear.

Forests once a vibrant hue,
Stand solemn, shadows of their past,
Where once they breathed the morning dew,
Now fires consume, the die is cast.

Yet in this storm of change we find,
A call to rise, to mend, to heal,
To nurture earth with heart and mind,
And reshape fate with hope and zeal.