Amidst the emerald seas of green, A silent cry is heard, unseen. The ancient trees, with tales untold, Stand witness to the axe’s hold. Once vibrant realms of life and lore, Now echo with the chainsaw’s roar. The creatures flee, their homes erased, By human hands, their lives displaced. The rivers weep with tears of clay, As roots are torn and swept away. The sky, once veiled in leafy grace, Now bakes beneath the sun’s embrace. Can we reclaim the songs of old, And mend the scars where forests fold? In unity, let’s plant the seeds, To heal the earth, fulfill its needs.