Beneath the sky of cerulean shade,

The earth breathes in natures cool breeze

The stories of life both old and new,

The melodic dance of trees and seas,

Each time with new moves for every breeze,

Remains a treasure in Nature’s heart.

The rivers flow like heartbeats,

While the forest calmly sings,

Mountains residing as ancient treasure,

These silent guardians always stay nurtured.

But how long till always is nurtured?

Today, once or twice in a rush,

Fleeing like footsteps, gone in a hush.

The cry of nature, a ringing sound,

The mothers anguish, as the earth plays its role.

Pleading for live cries the earth,

“What blunder I have made to deserve this birth?

I have given you free will,

yet fate whispers as you twist the rules.”

A glance at nature says it all.

The scars we’ve laid, the paths we’ve made

As the air, water and green come to an end,

betrayal declared for Earth’s less time to spend.

Yet, hope is replenished in nature’s heart.

We can make a change if we try to mend.

Mother Nature’s grace, still believing in our place,

Nature will cure if we defend.

For every tree celebration lies,

How we return nature’s kindness.

Let’s stand and fight to guard Mother Earth

and bring her back to flawless light.