Cries of the silent earth

 Beneath the sunburnt sky, I feel the quiet sigh 

Of the worn-out earth, that happened to give birth 

To the heartbeat in the soil, where unknown secrets lie 

To the breeze, a whisper upon our worth 

 Trees, wise and old, standing tall and still 

Sadly, trembling under man's never-ending will 

Their leaves, once a thousand shades green, now brown with silent cries 

As we wipe their beauty from our eyes 

The vaquita, adrift beneath the ocean's veil 

Its breath grows faint, a story it must tell 

A creature born for the waves, now slipping fast 

Another unknown voice fading into the past 

The waters beg, the skies turn grey with grief 

Yet we stay blind to nature's voice, as their time grows brief 

Each flower blooms with hope, yet wilts with fear 

For we, the people, no longer draw near 

I touch the earth, my soul aligned with Hers,   

Her ancient rhythms pulse within my nerves

We are the same, yet drift apart each day

In her embrace, I know there is still a way