Lament for a Lost Tomorrow

In the world home to us all,
breezing through treeless Himalayas and barren Amazons,
avoiding the hibernating embrace of the ocean depths,
the wind whispers in search of forgotten times.
Where you could see the eternal flame, so blinding,
and the glitter of the galaxy lights up the endless night sky.

The birds sing an ancient hymn that once serenaded the world,
albeit now forgotten by us all.
The tranquil melody evokes a memory
of the distant past — a revelation of what could have remained,
if not for unrelenting greed etching scars that shall never heal.

Clouds drift in silent contemplation, whimpering in the fall.
Once our symbol of hope, so pure and white,
turned grey, weeping endlessly in torrential sorrow.

Hushed footsteps of progress trample on nature's grove,
was it worth the cost of nature’s silent pain?
Suffering under our heartless reign,
when our children may need to endure four seasons of rain.

There may be no tomorrow,
for the land we once borrowed.