River, land, tree and fire,
Hills, sky we never admire.
Skyscrapers and cars are choice,
Humans ignoring God's voice.
Once we danced beneath the stars,
Chased the wind, healed by the scars
Of earth that taught with every storm—
Now we build, forget the form.
Screens replace the eagle’s flight,
City lights outshine the night.
We pave the soil, poison the rain,
Trade the sacred for the vain.
Mountains speak, but go unheard,
The forest weeps without a word.
The oceans rise, the seasons cry,
But still we pass God's warnings by.
The silence grows with every year,
Not absence — but a voice unclear.
He speaks through flame, through storm and seed,
But we bow only to our greed.
Oh soul, remember where you’re from,
Before the concrete kingdoms come.
Return, revere, and humbly stand—
There’s still time to heal the land.
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