Beneath the azure blanket, once so wide and clear,
Now choked with fumes and laden with despair.
The songbirds’ tune, now silenced by the smear,
Of poisoned air, a world gasping for repair.

Rivers once pure, now murky and confined,
Their crystal whispers lost in time’s cruel grind.
The fish swim through a labyrinth of grime,
Their home transformed, a sorrowful paradigm.

Trees stand tall, yet their leaves are gray,
Coated in dust, they sway in dismay.
The vibrant green, now a distant yesterday,
Nature’s voice, unheard in the fray.

Oh, humanity, heed the Earth’s mournful sigh,
Restore the balance, let not this world die.
For in your hands, the power to unify,
To cleanse the sky and lift our spirits high.