Beneath the sky’s unraveling veil,
The whispers of the changing tides,
Where once the gentle breezes sailed,
Now echoes of turmoil softly glide.

The forests weep with whispered sighs,
As flames dance where green once grew,
The rivers, once clear, now disguise,
Their depths with shadows of a hue.

Mountains stand with solemn grace,
Their peaks kissed by the warming sun,
Ice melts into a swift embrace,
As nature’s balance comes undone.

Yet, hope still blooms amidst the fear,
In hearts that strive to heal the scar,
Together, we can make it clear,
The echoes of tomorrow aren’t too far.