The earth was once a vibrant, thriving place,
With life that flourished in every space.
Rich forests, rivers, gifts bestowed—
A world of wonders in sunlight glowed.

The humming bee, the soaring hawk,
Soft breezes, rivers’ gentle talk,
Wove nature’s song through every land,
All bound together, strand by strand.

But humans came with restless hands,
Unraveling those fragile strands.
They cut the web without a care,
Blind to the beauty woven there.

Birdsong faded, skies grew bare,
No music lingered in the air.
Creatures vanished, one by one,
Their stories lost, their journeys done.

Rivers whispered their last lullaby,
Death’s dust rose beneath a shrinking sky.
The earth grew cold, its heartbeat slowed,
A hollow shell where life once flowed.

The web unraveled, thread by thread,
A tapestry, threadbare and bled.
Yet still they blindly took and claimed,
Destroying all they once had named.

Deaf to the earth’s unheeded cry,
They cut the branch on which they rely.
With greed and pride, they sealed their fate,
Ignoring signs until too late.

Yet roots of hope still thread the earth,
A scattered few may spark rebirth.
If care and courage tend the scarred,
The world may heal, though deeply marred.

The web of life, our fragile shield,
Once torn asunder, no wounds can heal.
With every broken strand, our strength decays—
In nature’s fall, we face our final days.