wounded earth

In the tangled jungle, where whispers remain

The cries of a wounded earth echo

Where our excess creates and stain

The smoke wraps around the earth like a coat

And sun rays poke through the dark clouds

Industrial haze falls over the mountain tops

Songs from birds engulfed by engines roaring

And fish swim through plastic mazes

But in the forests' whispers, hope lingers

To change our ways and reverse the waste

To a better and healthier taste

For every action, there is a chance to redeem

To heal the broken earth and live the dream

Before it is too late