Under dying trees

In the city’s core, where the lights grow dim, I feel the pulse of a world gone slim. Ice fields melting, forests turn to dust, The ground beneath us forgets its trust. Rivers grow shallow, while cities drown in fear, The balance fading, year after year. We build our walls and mute the cries, Yet hope still glimmers in a child’s eyes. Alarms whisper, in the dead of night, A world in shadows, fading from sight. Can you sense the sorrow in the heavy air? We drift away, yet pretend not to care. Democracy's pastiche, dancing on the stage, Freedom's soft sigh, trapped within a cage. Words are twisted, meanings rearranged, We stare ahead, yet nothing’s changed. Alarms whisper, in the dead of night, A world in shadows, fading from sight. Can you sense the sorrow in the heavy air? We drift away, yet pretend not to care. Seas keep rising, the air grows dense, Children keep asking, we sit on the fence. We chase illusions in endless haste, When all we need is a little grace. Alarms whisper, in the dead of night, A world in shadows, fading from sight Can you sense the sorrow in the heavy air? We drift away, yet pretend not to care.