The Earth is speaking soft and low,
In melting ice and winds that blow.
The fragile world, we watch it break,
With every storm and every quake.
The oceans rise,the forests thin,
A quiet battle deep within.
The rain that falls, the tides complain,
Are lessons hard for us to learn?
The rivers dry, the mountains mourn,
As nature's heart is bruised and worn.
But...
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