Whisper of the Earth

In the dawn's soft light, the earth whispers low,

A tale of ages past, where wild rivers flow.

Mountains stand tall, in their silent grace,

Guardians of secrets, in nature’s embrace.

Forests dance green, to the wind’s gentle song,

Echoes of life, in branches, where they belong.

Leaves whisper stories, of sun and of rain,

Of roots that hold firm, in joy and in pain.

Oceans vast, with their deep, sapphire eyes,

Mirror the heavens, where freedom flies.

Waves sing the ballads, of times long gone,

Of creatures that dance, at the break of dawn.

Deserts, in their silence, hold beauty so stark,

Whispering secrets, under the moon’s watchful arc.

Dunes shift and sway, in a timeless ballet,

Marking the passage, of night into day.

The air, so pure, once cradled our breath,

Now seeks our mercy, on the brink of death.

Smog veils the skies, once azure and clear,

A silent reminder, of what we hold dear.

The soil, our sustenance, beneath our feet,

Grows weary of burdens, it struggles to meet.

Nurturing life, from seedling to bloom,

Now chokes on our waste, in shadowed gloom.

Rivers, once silver, now murmur in sorrow,

Their currents laden, with fears for tomorrow.

The cries of the wild, are silenced and weak,

In forests where life, once reached its peak.

But hope whispers softly, through the rustling leaves,

In every green bud, in the web a spider weaves.

In the flight of a bird, in the whale’s mournful call,

Nature’s resilience, unites us all.

Let us listen, let us care, for the earth’s gentle plea,

In every whisper of wind, in each rustling tree.

For the earth is our home, and we must protect,

Every whisper, every breath, in deepest respect.