Whispers of the Emerald Wing

Once upon a sky so blue,

The Emerald Dove's flight once knew

A world of freedom, now ever so old

In Christmas Island's lush green fold.

Their wings, like emerald leaves uncurled,

Carried whispers of the ancient world.

Through pine forests and sun-kissed air,

They danced with an aura of flair

But humans, a lethal tide,

Couldn't put aside their sense of pride.

The forest wept, its soul shattered

For every dove that fell, tears of rain pattered.

So when the future tells its tale,

What legacy shall you and I unveil?

Shall it be of skies reclaimed by nature?

Or should we continue being the traitor?

If we stand idle, our cruelty cold as ice

Nature will punish at a fearsome price.

The Emerald Dove, in its graceful flight

Will rise from the ashes as nature reclaims its right.