Guardians of the beauty

Beneath the azure skies, the kingfisher dives.

Its sapphire wings blur where the river thrives.

Now, their rippling realms of rivers and lakes

Suffering from pollution by our mistakes.

As the river's chorus whispers a warning low,

It’s when shadows of peril subtly grow.

Yet the threat comes near;

The message for seeking protection is clear. 

Like sentinels, we must stand and defend,

For if the kingfisher falls, where does beauty end?