Conservation

In the heart of nature, where beauty lies,

There lies a call, both urgent and wise.

Conservation's plea, like a gentle breeze,

In its whispered words, we find our ease.

It's in the forests that whisper secrets old,

In the rivers that flow, in waters cold.

It's in the mountains that stand so tall,

In the oceans deep, in the creatures small.

It's in the balance of ecosystems grand,

In the delicate touch of nature's hand.

It's in the harmony of all living things,

In the cycles of life, where each part sings.

It's in the reverence for earth's precious gifts,

In the awareness of our actions swift.

It's in the stewardship of lands so vast,

In the commitment to a future that will last.

So let us heed the call of conservation's plea,

In its gentle whispers, we find our plea.

For in the embrace of nature's grace,

We find our home, our sacred space.

written by AI