Will the earth withstand our careless tread
Its forests fallen, its rivers bled?
The storms roar loud, the oceans spread
Nature warns of a future we dread—
Can we restore what we've left for dead?
The trembling ground, the melting ice
Speak of choices made without a price
A sea of waste, a paradise sliced
The toll of progress, now sufficed—
Can we reclaim what we've sacrificed?
Each trial whispers, 'Pause, take heed
Protect the roots of life we need
Let deserts bloom, plant every seed
Heal the wounds of unbridled greed—
Will we rise to change the creed? '
The sun ascends with steady grace
Its light reveals what time can't erase
A call to cherish, to embrace
A fragile earth, a shared space—
Will we act before we're displaced?
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