Whispers of Nature's Symphony

At dawn's first ray, the golden hues ignited the sky,  

The cicadas drummed, and rippling waters gently caressed the earth,  

While the trees stood proud, their leaves whispering among nature’s symphony,  

A serenade of hope and tranquility beneath their sheltering boughs.  

Kookaburras pierced the morning with their raucous laughter,  

Their echoes dancing from cloud to cloud,  

Yet, as shadows grew, the forest fell silent,  

Its ancient voices stilled by the chainsaws’ merciless bite.  

The trees once tall, now felled and scattered,  

Their fallen leaves a mournful tapestry on the ground,

The cicadas’ rhythm faltered in the absence of their shade,  

The birds’ calls grew distant, lost amidst the deafening roar of machinery.  

Rippling waters wept for the land now bare,  

Its kiss upon the earth no longer met with lush embrace,

Kookaburras' laughter turned to echoes of despair,  

Their cries reverberating through the vanishing canopy.  

The symphony of leaves, once vibrant and alive,  

Now a hollow whisper lost to the void of man’s greed,

In this fragile dawn, we stand on the edge of loss,  

Seeking to mend what’s broken before it’s too late.