In the whispers of the gentle breeze,Stories of change begin to weave,The skies above, once pure and clear,Now hold a tale we all must hear.Mountains stand tall, eternal and wise,Watching as time and seasons fly,Yet even they can feel the strain,As rivers dry and forests wane.Oceans vast, with depths unknown,Echo the cries of worlds alone,Their waves once danced in rhythmic grace,Now rise in anger, a fierce embrace.Yet amidst the storm, a seed of hope,In hearts united, we find the scope,To heal the earth, to mend the scars,And guide the world by shining stars.