O trees that danced in winds so free,
With trunks and leaves in sweet decree,
You breathed beneath the sun’s pure light,
Till man betrayed your gentle right.
Your roots stood firm through storm and rain,
But could not bear the axe’s pain.
The forests cried, the rivers dried,
While blinded man still turned with pride.
The mountains held their soil so dear,
Yet we dug deep, despite the fear.
The clouds grew dark, the skies grew loud,
The rivers rose in raging shroud.
The rocks gave way, the lands collapsed,
We reaped the storm from seeds we’d lapsed.
No longer could the earth forgive,
For we had harmed the will to live.
In greed we carved, in haste we tore,
For “progress” knocking nature’s door.
Now count the wounds, the floods, the flame—
The Earth returns what we became.
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✨ *“She whispered once, we did not hear —
So now she roars, and brings us fear.”*
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