When butterflies vanish and bees disappear
Frogs croaking are no longer to hear
No larks in song, no swallows in flight
It's very late for lament, sorrow or plight
As seas turn to waste and fish meet their end
Humans squander resources, an unsustainable trend
Rising temperatures, the sea's ominous swell
It's very late for clever words and advices to tell
Technology advances, humanity declines
Tyrants rule, impending disasters' signs
When the struggle for water and sustenance begins
It's very late to awake and repent our sins
Today is the day and now is the time
To halt greed, end suffering's climb
This is the place to live in peace
Appreciate nature as the golden fleece
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