The ancient forests, fade away, Replaced by concrete, day by day. The creatures flee, their habitats gone, A symphony of life, unsung, withdrawn. Skies weep tears of acid rain, A poisoned kiss, a burning pain. The rivers choke, the oceans sigh, Beneath a smog-filled, weeping sky. We built our empires on your bones, Forgot the earth, our only home. But now we stand at breaking point, A chance to heal, to re-anoint. Can we rewrite this tragic tale? Find strength where hope begins to fail? The answer lies within our hand To heal this wounded, fragile land Remember fields of green and gold? Stories the ancient rivers told? Now plastic tides crash on the shore And silent birds sing out no more Concrete jungle, steel and glass Another sunrise, fading fast Plastic oceans, a graveyard vast Future drowning in a forgotten past The air is thick with silent cries As nature withers, beauty dies
