The Cry of Nature

During the hush of dawn, where whispers blend,
Nature pouts slowly, when will this end?
Their voices are low, so quiet and frail,
Providing us precious oxygen to inhale.

Birds soar with wings open wide,
In a world where beauty and freedom abide.

The mountains are guardians, proud and tall,
While the valley hears nature's call.
Humanity slashes the body of a tree,
Weeping and crying, humans in glee.

They keep doing it 'til they’re done,
But when they're finished, there's only one.
Dry and plain,
The river is black, a shadow of pain.

A single tree whispers a plea to the skies,
“Remember the beauty, the laughs, the cries.
For every cut made, a heartbeat fades,
In echoes of nature, a balance invades.”

Let us heed this call, to set the world free,
For every petal holds our mother’s dream.