The world, a stage, a funny sight,
Where humans dance with all their might.
They fit so well, a curious blend,
On paths that twist, and never end.
But sometimes, oh, the paths diverge,
A strange, sad song, a whispered dirge.
What nature gave, a gentle art,
We've twisted, changed, and torn apart.
The wild, the true, we try to tame,
To bend its laws, to win the game.
Our skills we boost, our strength we raise,
To shine our light in dazzling ways.
For us, we think, for nature too,
A noble goal, a vision new.
But in this race, we lose our way,
And sow the seeds of our own decay.
This grand mistake, a heavy toll,
On every living, breathing soul.
The planet groans, a silent plea,
As life itself begins to flee.
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