In the domain where seas murmur, and trees murmur,
A story unfurls from Earth's pulse, a musical drum.
Environment murmurs insider facts, a language we should learn,
In the dance of wind and water, a delicate equilibrium we long.
Ice shelves sob, their tears a grave request,
Mountains reverberation accounts for an evolving order.
Woods, gatekeepers of antiquated legend,
Ask for our leniency, their underlying foundations beseech.
However in this ensemble, strife disturbs the tune,
Man's impression reverberations, noisy and solid.
Climbing temperatures, a fevered trouble,
Nature's request, a frantic SOS.
Plastic oceans, an engineered tide,
Where used to be life, presently squander dwells.
Protection fighters, rise and stand,
Against the tide, connected at the hip.
Green vows vows to plant,
Seeds of progress, let them develop.
For in this stanza, a call to repair,
To mend the injuries, our planet fights.
How about we be stewards, in this vast expressive dance,
Watchmen of Earth, in an unassuming way.
For in the murmurs of the breeze's flight,
Lies the ability to change, to make things right.
About the Creator
GOWTHAM
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This was such a powerful poem! I loved it!