From forests dense to oceans deep,  
In silence now, the creatures weep.  
A song once sung by the wing and fin,  
Is fading fast as shadows thin.
 
Seventy-three percent they say,  
Since 1970 slipped away—  
The wild grows still, the skies turn bare,  
As whispers vanish from the air.

 A Symphony Lost in Time

Birds that danced in morning light,  
Now drift into the endless night.  
Rivers once alive with leaps and scales,  
Flow quiet now with ghostly tales.

Each dwindling herd, each vanishing bee,  
Carries a tale of fragility.  
Rainforests shrink, the ice does bleed,  
As we race, ignoring nature’s need.

The Dual Crisis Calls

Climate roars with storms untamed,  
While nature crumbles, scarred and maimed.  
We stand at a crossroads, dusk or dawn—  
Can we heal what’s almost gone?

Collective will, the report does plead,  
Five years remain to halt this speed.  
To mend the rift we tore apart,  
We must unite—soul, mind, and heart.

The Earth’s Plea 

Save the coral, the turtle, the tree,  
Let rivers surge and forests breathe free.  
The leopard’s spots, the whale’s wide arc,  
Deserve to thrive, not fade to dark. 
 
O, world awake! The clock ticks fast,  
Act now, before the die is cast.  
No second chance will nature give,  
It’s now we choose—let life or loss live. 

A New Beginning Awaits 

Hope still glimmers in every seed,  
In every wing that takes the lead.  
The future hums in each bird’s song—  
If we act now, we’ll right the wrong. 
 
Together we rise, rebuild, restore,  
And let wildlife flourish forevermore.  
For every tree and stream we save,  
We carve a path for the bold and brave.

The Promise We Must Keep  

Let not the next report foretell  
A deeper plunge, a harsher knell.  
With hands entwined, let’s change the fate
Before it’s far too late.  

The wild still calls, in plea, in rhyme—  
Save them now, while there’s still time.

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